THE CITY OF MYSTERY
On a cold, dark, cloudy morning, I drive on highway 695 headed towards this unknown land to meet with people I have never met. I arrive at my destination as my GPS tells me and I proceed to search for a place to park my bright yellow Nissan Sentra. Searching for a parking spot only added to the overwhelming feeling that comes with going to a new place. The size of this city like place was awe-inspiring. There was not one direction I could look without a large building blocking my view of the sky. Finally, I find a parking garage with possibly the smallest parking spots I have ever come across. I find a spot next to a bright red Mustang, gather my belongings and step out of my car. Stepping out and getting the first breath out of the air in this new land was astonishingly difficult. Was it the nerves, the temperature, or did someone just punch me in the stomach without me seeing them? Attempting to walk towards the exit of the garage, again I was welcomed with the sights of large buildings, but this time with numerous people walking in and out of them. I take the map out of my pocket with my first stop circled in highlighter. Taking my first steps out into this new world, I cannot help but to walk with my head up to look around. Before I know it, I was at my first destination, room 101. As I walk into the room, I come across the feeling that someone has just knocked the wind out of me. I look around the room, face burning red, trying not to embarrass myself, I find myself a seat in the far back corner of the room. After I take my seat, a woman walks in with her bag and a box of chalk, and takes her place in the front of the room. After great thought, I come to realize I am in a classroom, and that woman is the professor. I am no longer in a dream like state; I am officially a college student in my first class ever.
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