"Good afternoon, students! I would like to welcome our freshmen to Khal Gibson International University, the place where dreams become reality," a woman with a beautiful British accent emerging from the towering Medieval door of the Great Hall announces.
Students halt at her sweet authoritarian voice as she carries on with her announcement.
"Founder prepared a feast to welcome the old and congratulate the new. First-year students, your journey begins here tonight--- as you are expected to mingle and who knows... you might find a lifetime friend or a mortal foe~"
"If you are wondering what clothes to wear, our school boutique will be waiting for you down the hallway. Dress your best and don't be late!"
As I watch the students rush to their dorms to prepare for the annual masquerade ball, I can't help but feel a sense of envy. The university they attend is truly a sight to behold. The buildings are a magnificent display of architectural design, with the OLD Building being the most impressive of them all.
The Great Hall on the first floor of the OLD Building is a sight to marvel at. The red and gold wallpapers, exquisite paintings, and intricate grand chandeliers on the ceiling are a testament to the opulence of the past. The East Wing houses cafes and restaurants, while the West Wing is home to shops. The second floor is divided into a library, laboratory, and theater, while the third and fourth floors house the classrooms.
The BLUE Building, on the other hand, is a modern masterpiece. Made of glass and steel, it is designed to resemble a forest. A waterfall cascades from its rooftop down to a lake where koi fish, lilies, and swans flourish. The underground spa, where natural springs flow to a small lagoon, is a welcome escape from the constant academic pressure.
As I stand on the rooftop of the BLUE Building, memories flood my brain. I wonder if my decision to come back to this university was the best one. While the luxury and convenience are incomparable, the constant academic pressure and the need to maintain excellent remarks can be overwhelming.
This year, only 300 lucky students passed the university entrance exam out of a population of roughly 3,000. It's a reminder that attending this university is a privilege and one that comes with a great deal of responsibility. Despite the challenges, I can't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to be a part of this incredible institution once more.
"Professor Khaeli Spencer, it's good to see you back!"