Friday, December 1, 2017

I think I felt it when I stepped out of the family minivan and rolled my carryon bag down the bumpy concrete path to the res halls. For one thing, the air was colder; after spending four days in inland OC, the nippy San Diego temperatures made me more aware of the differences between home and school. For another, the campus was still pretty empty: as I trekked down the path alone, something clattered hollowly around the area bridging my heart and my stomach.

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