I’m already feeling overwhelmed.The campus is as big as an Army base, with as many people on it. More than thirty thousand students and faculty members. The first problem I run into is just getting parking. I circle the lot next to the Visitors’ Center once, twice, three times, before I finally find a space in the back row a mile away from everything.It’s okay. I left early, so I’d have time to get to my first class. But even though I’ve been here, I didn’t appreciate the scale of the place. My first class is at Bartlett Hall, which is—somewhere on campus near the library. At least the library, a 24 story building, is visible enough I can use it to orient myself.I find the building with ten minutes to spare. It’s crowded, with kids everywhere. When I step inside, I feel like I’ve been plunged into a tunnel—it’s dim, with halls lined with dark brick and flickering fluorescent lighting. Fantastic. I push my way through the kids and find my way to class.My eyes widen when I finally find the class.
