In hot August I’ll make my departure, the trembling freshman imposter, to dance with unknown partners, in our quests to join the rosters of future scholars and doctors.
Like Columbus I’ll journey not knowing exactly where I am going - and like our brave-foolish captain I’m hoping that the planned years of furious rowing, will deliver me to where (I think) I am going.
just future freshman pre-orientation thoughts (as I begin packing)