Going to collage
As a Dutch, Going to college is not an option, just because there is none of them. There is University but that only gives you a categorized education programs and not a specialized education programs like in collages. So for me it was clear from the beginning. I need to find a school in northern America. Schools in the USA already dropped for me. Not because there bad, but just the system for distance, length and temperature didn´t amuse me. So there was only one place left, Canada! From the beginning I already loved the country, its culture and the people. Since I wanted to study architecture I looked for a school with the highest rating. Toronto´s one was at the top, it was also not that expensive so I applied for the school and got accepted.
One week for the beginning of the semester, I left my home country and headed for Toronto. Once arrived I've got awaited by the architecture´s committee. Together with a large group of other architecture students we´ve got a tour around the campus and through the school buildings and dormitory´s, except the beta´s house. For some weird reason Dutch diplomas are more worth then Canadian so I've got placed in 2nd grade with people that where one year older than me. Once the lessons started everything went like it was supposed to happen. Our teacher said we were duty-bound to join a social group. Since I was studying interior architecture I joined the there for made group. The social groups started 2 weeks after the lessons began so I had some free time to explore the campus for myself. After I brought a visit to the library I walked to the campus park what was located next to the beta house. I sat down on a bench in the park in front of the beta house listening to some music and reading and catalogue about furniture and paint colors until a wide tall boy walked towards me while a girl stood behind him, she was the most attractive girl I´ve ever seen. The boy pulled my earplugs out of my ears and lifted me up from the bench. ''what are you doing on beta property?'' he yelled at me. ''I'm sorry, I thought this bench was in the park.'' I replied to him. ''for this time I will let you go, but if I see you here ever again you will regret'' he said when he pushed me away from the bench. I then walked away fast to prevent a fight between the wide boy and myself. In went back to the dorm and went into my room to read my catalogue and then headed off to bed and called it a day.