A Busy junction at the centre of a bustling city. Five minutes from rush hour the roads, like a storm-soaked river, begin to clog.
It is mid-summer, and the black tarmac reflects rays of light into squinting eyes. 314 more words
As a student, I am constantly signing up for classes, beginning a whole new experience with each unit I take. Whether that be the bonds formed by the desire to pull out our hair during labs or complaining and downing coffee throughout the endless nights spent studying, friendships are made and new visitors walk into our lives. 1,036 more words