The College Rollercoaster

The air in my room was thick with the scent of old memories and impending change. Boxes, half-packed and overflowing, littered the floor, each one a testament to the life I was about to leave behind. In less than a week, I’d be trading sibling squabbles and parental restrictions for the unknown freedom of a Stanford dorm room.
“So are you gonna come or what?!” Clara’s voice, muffled by a mountain of clothes she was navigating through, jolted me back to reality. Today was shopping day—the last pilgrimage for college essentials.
My heart, however, was already preoccupied with the biggest unknown: my roommate. The university, in its infinite wisdom, had decided to keep that little detail a surprise until arrival day, just three days from now. A perfect Monday, they called it. I called it a recipe for disaster. But maybe, just maybe, it would be okay.
