Looking Ahead to Microcampus

Looking Ahead to Microcampus

Blog Post I

Still getting over the happy surprise of getting into Microcampus, I'm starting to get worried. I haven't packed, I haven't planned, and I haven't even done my homework! As the looming Mr. T approaches me in the hallways, I feel a growing sense of dread well up inside me, like a hideous, sable, tide. As I try to make myself as small as possible, the unthinkable happened. With a baritone voice, he boomed my name: "Ethan Z!"

Like actors waiting for a cue, all the other 15 Microcampus students appeared, disapproving scowls masking their normally friendly faces.

"How could you betray our trust this way?", said one.

"You deserved to get kicked out of Microcampus!", retorted another

"You're lucky you didn't get expelled!", said the third.

And they left as a group, hectoring no doubtly, at me.

And I was left to mull over what had happened.

And then I woke up.

Let's hope that doesn't happen, right?

“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask." Over the course of Microcampus, I have experienced the individual freedom that I have been grappling with ever since I have left Shanghai. Who am I? Why am I here? My Microcampus-era posts and thoughts would go to reveal my struggle against who I am, a struggle you will soon face in Microcampus. And now that I am back, I may have but a fragment of my answer.