Echoes of Volume

  Coming from an all-girls school, I didn’t know what to expect when I got to university. I imagined myself finding a friend who would later turn out to be my bestie—someone I could trust with my deepest secrets, even help me bury a dead body if it came to that. I pictured entering my hostel room for the first time and meeting a roommate who would drag me into the party scene, pushing me out of my comfort zone. I dreamed of being part of a tight-knit, ride-or-die squad that stuck together through everything. And, of course, I envisioned myself in a classic rom-com moment: bumping into the perfect guy with a beautiful smile and a dreamy face. He’d help me pick up my scattered books, and as our eyes locked, that would mark the beginning of an epic campus love story. However, reality hit hard the moment I stepped on campus. I quickly wished I hadn’t believed those deceiving movies. First, making friends was far from easy. Most people were already cliqued up with their high schoo...