surrounding me

chapter 14 - Evelyn

It's been two weeks since I received the life-changing news of my acceptance into Stanford University. Ever since I was a child, I dreamt of studying literature, diving into the worlds woven by words, and understanding the intricacies of human emotions and stories. However, my parents had other plans for me. They wanted me to pursue a more traditional and stable career path, one that aligned with their expectations. But Mark, my ever-supportive brother, stood by my side. He understood my passion and convinced them to let me follow my heart. Without his support, I don't know if I'd be standing here today.These past two weeks have been a whirlwind of activity. Between packing my belongings, saying my goodbyes, and moving into my dorm, I've barely had a moment to catch my breath. The exhaustion of the transition weighed heavily on me, but the excitement of starting a new chapter kept me going. And now, as I stand in front of the iconic gates of Stanford, I can't help but feel a mix of awe and anticipation. Today is orientation day—a day that marks the beginning of my journey into a world I've always longed to be a part of. It's a big day for me, a significant step away from the comfort of my home and the familiar faces I've known all my life.

Leaving my best friend, Lucy, was particularly hard. She was my rock, my confidante. The day I left, she cried so hard, clutching me as if she'd never let go. I cried too, knowing that our daily hangouts, spontaneous adventures, and late-night talks would now be memories. But as much as it hurt, I knew this was a necessary step. Life is about embracing change and facing difficulties, and this was my time to step out of my comfort zone and embrace the unknown.As I walk through the campus, my eyes take in the grandeur of the place. The majestic buildings, the lush greenery, and the buzz of students all around fill me with a sense of belonging and excitement. I can't believe I'm finally here, at Stanford, ready to embark on this incredible journey.Lost in my thoughts, I almost miss the voice calling out for help. "Excuse me, do you know where the orientation hall is?" I turn to see a girl around my age, her face a picture of confusion and slight panic. She has a kind face, with curly brown hair and warm, friendly eyes.I smile, glad to help. "Yes, actually, I'm headed there myself. Let's go together."She beams at me, visibly relieved. "Thank you so much! I'm Sara, by the way."As we walk, we exchange the usual pleasantries and quickly fall into an easy conversation. We talk about our hometowns, our majors, and our excitement for the new academic year. Coincidentally, she tells me she's also in the literature department, which instantly makes me feel a connection. We laugh about the chaotic moving-in process and the nerves we both feel about starting at such a prestigious institution. It's comforting to find someone who shares the same uncertainties and excitement.As we reach the orientation hall, the grandeur of the building impresses us both. The architecture is breathtaking, a perfect blend of history and modernity. The hall is abuzz with students, some chatting animatedly, others standing alone, perhaps feeling as out of place as I sometimes do. I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. This is it. The start of a new adventure.Sara and I find seats together, and as the dean begins his welcome speech, I feel a surge of hope and excitement. The future is wide open, filled with endless possibilities. I glance at Sara, who gives me a reassuring smile. It's comforting to know that even in this vast, unfamiliar place, I've already found a friend.As the orientation progresses, I can't help but think of the journey ahead. The late-night study sessions, the new friendships, the challenges and triumphs that await. This is my moment, and I'm ready to embrace it, one step at a time. The thought of Lucy, Mark, and even Christopher crosses my mind, each of them a part of this new chapter in different ways. With a smile, I remind myself that no matter what happens, I'm here for a reason, ready to make the most of every opportunity that comes my way.

Sara and I were chatting away, our laughter blending with the hum of conversation around us. The room was filled with excited energy, a mixture of nervous anticipation and the thrill of new beginnings. As the orientation ceremony progressed, we enjoyed our lighthearted conversation, sharing stories about our high school experiences and our hopes for the future at Stanford. Our voices faded as the atmosphere shifted, growing more formal. The dean took to the stage, his presence commanding the attention of the entire room.He began to speak, welcoming us to this prestigious institution and emphasizing the importance of the journey we were about to embark on. His words were inspiring, but I felt a sense of detachment, my mind drifting as he continued. I couldn't shake the feeling that something significant was about to happen. Then, as if on cue, the dean's tone grew more solemn as he announced the arrival of our special guest speaker.