Landing in Tallahassee, Florida as an Aussie student committed to American football was overwhelming in the best way. The moment you reach the FSU campus, the red‑brick buildings rise out of the heat, framed by stained‑glass windows and old oaks draped in moss. It feels alive — a mix of history, pride, and modern energy. Walking into fall camp on day one, the whole place hums with a warmth that’s both welcoming and intimidating. Players moving with purpose, coaches barking instructions, the air thick with humidity and expectation. The charm of campus fades into the background, because now the real grind is about to begin.