More and more junior high school students from different cities were starting to pour in. I could see it in their faces—which ones were forced by their parents to be there, which ones looked around dreamily as if they were finally fulfilling their dreams, and the rest, like Maria, who were just there for the heck of it.
Martin led us through some of the colleges and dormitories, which all had prepared to showcase high school students the best of what they could offer. This made for an experience that was vastly different from the last two times I visited Anchorville University. Back then, everyone was busy studying, rushing to eat while headed to their next class, or sneaking a small nap at some random corner. During campus visits, the grounds and halls were bustling with now-energized c
