"When youth enveloped us and we were young,

                                                                     College life was so much fun!!" :)

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After the balmy days have passed, Mother Nature was slowly unleashing her feminine version. Jenny could feel the damp air sink in which made her slacken her hair. Fifty yards of elegance,in the form of lush green grass and dandelions posed before her.

She pointed at the commanding red edifice and declared "There lies my new life."

"Please be seated."

"I would request all of you to settle down,the Dean would be on stage any moment now"

Fifty seven unfamiliar faces looked at each other. The entire hall was buzzing with their voices, which produced inscrutable meanings. All of them were to spend the next couple of years together.

The voices slowly evanesced.The students stood up in unison to greet the Dean.

"I,Professor David Ellis welcome you to the 23rd year of the Students' Orientation Day,which is also known as the Bloomsbury Day.Grapevine University of Creative Writing has been mastering the art of establishing credibility among young students, working professionals and even professors of deemed universities to grab an opportunity to  culminate their creative talent in professionalism and entrepreneurship, in the world of ever demanding rat-race, so that they can emerge triumphant, and their work gets acknowledged by hundreds of writers and readers across the world. I would now like you to introduce yourselves ,one by one, by taking centre stage.I would like to begin with Jenny Langdon"

A huge round of applause followed.

With a moon-like glow emanating from her child-like face, soulful eyes and curly blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders in ringlets, she had accomplished turning several eyes towards her.

"She is beautiful!"

"Just look at her,her eyes somewhat reminds me of Marilyn Monroe."

A gush of growing whispers soon spread like wildfire over the hall as she proceeded towards the stage.

Eleven rows across the stage,Harry was not wary of what was going on.The grey of the wall was spattered with yellow blotches,like the sun on a grey cloud.With solemn expressions on his face,he ran his fingers over the rough surface,trying to figure out the weakest region of the wall.He was immersed in calculating the area of the floor and the walls with paint that had started to chip off.