Scarlet was nervous. Although the drive from the apartment to her university took only ten minutes, the girl set her alarm two hours earlier before her first class. It was six in the morning and Scarlet decided to make some simple breakfast before she showered. Last night, she had been too nervous to sleep. The school prepared a three-day induction day-camp activity for all bridging course students from across the board. That meant that Scarlet would be meeting students from other faculties and courses as well.
The philosophy major only had about sixty students every year so the chances of finding someone who would be studying the same thing would be rather rare. The writer heard that there was only one lecturer in charge of the entire year's cohort for philosophy and the writer was slightly nervous about meeting the lecturer-in-charge after the camp was over.
