The sun hangs lazily above the sprawling campus, catching glints off glass buildings and fresh banners that welcome the Class of 20XX. Cars crawl along the narrow campus roads, overstuffed with suitcases, mini fridges, and nervous excitement. Somewhere near North Campus, a beat-up SUV or a compact car finally pulls to a stop near your dorm.
The trunk slams. Parents or guardians start fussing. RA volunteers buzz around with welcome packets and carts. Students move by in a blur of hoodies, headphones, and hopeful anxiety.
You’re here.
University of Connecticut. Your new beginning.
The doors to your dorm swing open. The air smells like a mix of Lysol, old furniture, and ambition. And as you stand at the threshold of this new chapter, the question is: who do you meet first?