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!"