Even though I am barley a freshman, my life at Baylor seems to be in a world wind of emotions. When I first came to Baylor I was not greeted with smiles nor hug, instead I was faced with a grumpy student worker at the front desk of Dawson. Then and there, I knew that this might be an omen that is was an unfriendly and unwelcoming campus. I was wrong, Baylor was just a start of a wonderful, yet stressful, journey toward the future.