I hate this time of the year. The time where I have to pack up my life, store it into as few boxes as I possibly can, shove and move everything back to Irvine.
One aspect that adds to the inevitable nervousness an incoming freshman, new student or a shy person experiences is the fear of meeting and approaching new people.
As the leaves on the trees begin to turn into the earthy-toned hues of red, brown and mustard yellow, the changing tide of weather and the sometimes brisk autumn winds are indicative of only one thing: the end of summer, and the beginning of a new season.