Essay About End Of Orientation Iвђ And Great Way

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Never before had I seen these people, but they all called me by name and spoke of things I had been involved in, in my hometown. How did all these people know me so well? My arrival at Northwest Christian College had been anxiously awaited by many of the staff. To them I was the good old preacher’s kid; the son of Roger Bray. I was vice-moderator for the Christian Church Youth Council in Idaho. I was president of the youth at my own church. I was everything a Christian school wanted in a student. They knew me as a friend, a leader, and something of a young prodigy for the Christian Church, so the expectations bar for me had been set high, but those expectations were different from those on my agenda of girls and a good time away from home at last. By the end of orientation I’m sure I knew every freshmen girl living in the dorms of that small school. I’d taken countless walks around campus with many of the girls to the local ice cream parlor, to Starbucks, to Subway, and to the river. What a great way to start off my first semester of college. My first semester of college went by quickly and I had met many new people, but I was beginning