大學新生 The freshman-Jane

Jane carried more than just books in her backpack; it was laden with aspirations, the hopes of her family, and the weighty expectation to excel.

2024.03.27

在紐約的中心，夢想塑造了天際線，雄心像電流一樣流經街道，珍站在哥倫比亞大學宏偉、模糊的入口前仰望。拱門上的文字似乎模糊不清，仿佛反映了她自己的不確定感。從一個小鎮來到這裡，她離開了熟悉的世界，成為哥倫比亞宏偉傳統和遺產中的一個微不足道的點。

珍的背包裡裝的不僅僅是書；還承載著抱負，她家人的希望，以及卓越的重大期望。城市的節奏對她來說是外來的，與家鄉的寧靜旋律相比，這裡的喧囂聲是全新的，然而它所承諾的，卻與她內心的節拍相契合。

她經常在校園的歷史小徑上走著，沉迷於思考。她的每一步都是她故事中的一個句子，每一棟建築都是過去章節中的一部分，為她的未來勾勒框架。她在充滿老橡木味和知識低語的圖書館裡，一頁一頁地書寫著自己的傳奇。

並非一帆風順。有時候，珍的名字似乎溶解在人群中，她的聲音在講堂中未被聽見的回音，龐大的課程大綱像第一天歡迎她的那個模糊標誌一樣讓人困惑。但正是這些時刻最能鍛造她，見證了她的決心。

於是，兩個實體同步演進——珍和哥倫比亞。隨著學期像風中飄落的葉子一樣過去，大學的輪廓在她的腦海中變得越來越清晰，她的目標也以相似的清晰度凝聚。哥倫比亞不再是一個模糊的地方，而是一個燈塔，而珍不再是一個充滿希望的女孩，而是一個被知識雕塑的女人，準備將她的名字，不可磨滅地銘刻在大學大門之外的世界裡

In the heart of New York, where dreams sculpt the skyline and ambition courses through the streets like electricity, Jane stood, gazing up at the grand, indistinct entrance of Columbia University. The words on the archway seemed to blur, as if reflecting her own uncertainty. Fresh from a small town, she was a world away from the familiar, a mere speck amidst Columbia’s grandeur and legacy.

Jane carried more than just books in her backpack; it was laden with aspirations, the hopes of her family, and the weighty expectation to excel. The city's rhythm was alien, a cacophony compared to the serene melodies of home, yet it held a promise that aligned with the beats of her heart.

She often found herself walking the historic paths of the campus, lost in thought. Each step was a sentence in her story, each building a chapter of the past that framed her future. She was writing her own legacy, one page at a time, in libraries that smelled of aged oak and whispered knowledge.

It wasn't always easy. There were times when Jane's name seemed to dissolve into the sea of faces, when her voice echoed unheard in lecture halls, and when the vast syllabi seemed as blurred as the sign that welcomed her on her first day. But those were the moments that forged her the most, the testaments of her resolve.

And so, two entities evolved in tandem – Jane and Columbia. As the semesters cascaded like leaves in the wind, the university's contours became sharper in her mind, and her purpose crystallized with a similar clarity. Columbia was no longer a blur but a beacon, and Jane was no longer a hopeful girl but a woman sculpted by knowledge, ready to inscribe her name, indelibly, into the world beyond the university gates.

My Name is Jane.