Good Essay On U Of R Memorabilia

It’s September 6th, a Thursday, marking the helm of my second week of stay at the University. The atmosphere appears rather reassuring in the morning, with the dew of the night glittering with certainty over the freshly cut lawn grass in the vicinity. It’s freshman orientation day, the school style. The morning aura is inundated by softly loud music at the university’s activities auditorium, coupled with sets of events happening concurrently. My anticipation towards this day is subtly overwhelming, as I ready myself to go get acquainted with this day’s marvels. The sleeping room is a 10 by 8 foot color coordinated interior, with shades matching the school’s official mascot colors. Appealingly, the fun day begins even before the freshman has had the courtesy of stepping out and smelling the welcoming of that day.
A group of senior year students, as part of the welcoming party, go room after room, extending votes of reassurance to the freshmen. “Welcome home champ!” they go, while handing out pamphlets outlining the fun day activities in stall for us. Contrary to popular belief that senior years lack the ‘soft spot’ towards male freshmen, it’s now become utterly surprising that they are seriously friendly. As part of the fun day rules, the typical freshman is supposed to clad in a designated form of attire. A crowned cap with the word “Fresh” printed onto it, and a match-up of red track pants and a red t-shirt also bearing the same writings as the cap. Our female counterparts will also be dressed in a unique attire, but no one of us yet knows how it will look like.
For this reason and the many others associated with this day, my eagerness is getting the upper hand. I have made but a few friends in my few days of stay here. Murphy, the coy guy who also happens to be my roommate, is one of my oddly closer acquaintances. His general liking towards having fun and hanging out with girls is especially driving me wild with anxiety. He keeps incessantly commenting on the plans he has for the day while he moves up and down the room, in almost unconsciously calculated steps. I can hear fellow freshmen along the hostel corridors, mumbling and laughing timidly as they await to be alerted.
I feel excited, yet rather unsettlingly eager, as senior year students come to brace us and usher us out into the welcoming auditorium. As I step out towards the pavement, echoing voices of students in excess of a several thousand progressively rocks my eardrum as we approach the center of events. We are walking as a large group, all freshmen, as most of my colleagues raise their smartphones to capture this memorable moment. We enter the auditorium, and the first thing that catches my eye is our female counterparts – they are beautifully dressed. The day turns out to be a great one, and at the end of it all, I feel I have received the best freshman year inauguration.