Translation 1 As a second-semester freshman , I still don't know everyone in my class. I don't even know one quarter of the people in it. But something feels different this semester. I now find myself texting my roommate , "On my way home!!" after a long day of class as I climb the four flights of stairs up to my dorm room. That must mean something, right? 2 There is definitely something to be said about being a first-year college student. A new school is hard enough of a transition without having to adjust to living on my own. In the first semester, I couldn't even walk into the dining hall by myself because it was too large and intimidating , the faces too unfamiliar, and my own place in this new world was still very unknown to me. There were many things I was too scared to do, places I was too scared to go, and wherever I did go, I felt completely invisible. I had forgotten what it was like to be new. And it terrified me; it made me feel like I was doing something wrong, or worse, that I might not belong here.