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“Afternoon, class. My name is
Edward Moller, but you can just
call me professor.” He was a tall
man, probably about 6’5”, and
probably around the same age
as my mom. He reminded me of
my high school sociology teacher,
which made me both nervous
and excited.
Not too long after his introduc-
tion, he pulled out a book that
consisted of maybe 3,000 pages.
“I assume you’ve all purchased
this book, yes?” Everyone’s eyes
widened as they looked back and
forth at one another.
The room was full of so
much tension that not even a
knife could cut it. He continued
with his uncomfortable stares,
presumably attempting to make
everyone as uncomfortable as he
possibly could. Finally, he broke
the silence with a laugh, drop-
ping the book on his desk and
pulling out a smaller book.
“Now, now, I would never
expect you to read the length of
that textbook in one night. This
one, however…”
Everyone began to laugh, even
me, and I realized that I had
made this situation much bigger
than it had to be.
Sure, college is a step into
adulthood. It’s scary, but if it
seems fun, it must be worth it.
Leave it to me to make something
out of nothing.
“I’d like each of you to intro-
duce yourselves in no more than
two sentences. Make sure not to
suck up and say that government
was your favorite class in high
school. We all know that’s a lie,”
the professor said.
As each person began to stand
up and introduce themselves, I
felt the nervousness rising back
into my chest. I was never one to
talk about myself, especially in a
large crowd of people, and this
just made me more anxious than
I had ever been in my life.
Soon, the boy next to me was
introducing himself. “My name
is Thomas. I hate these desks and
I want the sombrero that she’s
talking about,” he remarked as he
pointed to me.
I laughed, rising out of my seat
for my introduction.
“My name’s Beth. I think I
might really like it here.”
And the best part was that I
honestly believed it.
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