Snippet #2444196

All around, kids were hanging about in groups, sticking together as though it would effect the outcome of where they will be staying. Friendship, the one thing you think can persuade everyone to let you stay together, even though the staff in colleges don't give that much of a care about how well you get on with the person you are staying with, just as long as you're not in harms way that is okay. Alone, I allowed the sweeping sea of new students to push me into the right direction until I eventually came upon a friendly looking lady who was kind enough to give me my placement, and I couldn't help but wonder who I might find already setting up in that room, waiting for my arrival. West wing, 3rd floor, room 65. Maybe I would know someone who was in a room close to me, but, looking at the lack of friendships I have, I dismissed that thought almost as fast as it had come fleeting through my mind.
"Uh... thank you" was all I managed to stumble, my words tumbling over one another as I thought to gain some control on the nerves racing through my body. A lot of the kids before me had managed to hold up a brief bout of banter with the staff, or at least just managed to say thank you without making an idiot out of themselves, but I guess that was just something that came with confidence. Ha, confidence... I wonder what it feels like to possess such a thing - what it must be like to not second guess yourself about even just saying hello to someone after they have spoken to you. It must really be a great feeling. My grip tightened around my luggage handle, as though the pressure could possibly be enough to release some of the pent up emotions that were coursing through my body, the main one being anxiety.

From the crowd I heard someone shouting how to get to the west wing, so I turned right, and looked out the window until I could see exactly which building I had to find, in hope of finding some landmarks around it to make it stick out, but, unfortunately, the building was pretty featureless. However, it was clear that many young students were trying to work out the same thing I was, and so I followed their dialogue of shouting about where the building was and how to get around. God, I hoped my roommate would be nice because if they aren't I don't know how I will cope with the stress. The building wasn't actually that far away and I climbed up the stairwell, fighting for space to just breathe along with every other person who fought to get into their dorm and find out what awaited them - be it the person or just the layout of the room, everyone was eager to find out what what would welcome them to the start of their further education. Everyone except me. And as I found my room, my steps slowed as fear took its grip. Please be someone nice.