I may have been worried after the horror stories told to us at orientation, but I don’t obsess over cutting carbs and counting calories or using the campus gym almost every day like them. I don’t see the girls who insisted on coming here and trying the fruit smoothies since they’re determined not to gain the freshman fifteen. There aren’t many students sitting at the tables or waiting in line when my eyes roam around. All the buildings are older and rustic, and there’s pretty, spacious landscape, and newly updated paved walkways that make my home away from home for the next nine months seem cozy.
The residential dormitories, dining hall, and Student Center are on one side of the only road that cuts through campus, and the academic buildings, library, and coffee shop are on the other. Thankfully, Lindon U isn’t a large campus. The new coffee establishment on campus is the farthest building across from where I’ve spent the last hour hearing rants on one of the most famous romance authors of the nineteenth century. Class ran over thanks to my eccentric professor who enjoys ripping apart Jane Austen a little too much. I SCAN the Latte Lounge for the group of girls I was supposed to meet ten minutes ago.
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