My contract love story

Ashleigh entered the grand conference hall, a centerpiece of the college known for its imposing architecture. The high ceilings and expansive space left her in awe. Sunlight streamed through the large glass windows, bathing the room in a warm glow. The hardwood floor, polished to a high gloss, reflected the light, and the echoes of footsteps filled the space as students settled into their cushioned seats.

Ashleigh took her place among the other students, facing the stage where a podium bearing the college’s logo stood prominently. Behind the podium, a row of chairs was occupied by department and school officers, and a massive screen displayed the college’s name in elegant cursive. Contrary to her expectations, only a small number of students had gathered for the program. A tall, middle-aged woman in a suit approached the podium and began the orientation.

“Good day, new students! Welcome to the orientation program designed for you to meet your faculty members and advisors, who you’ll be working with over the next few years. I am Mrs. Seinfeld, head of the admissions department at Robin College, and on behalf of the college management, I welcome you to this esteemed institution. Robin College is a prestigious university renowned for cultivating the greatest minds and personalities across various disciplines. We are committed to continuing this tradition for years to come. You have a unique opportunity to join the ranks of those who have walked these paths leading to your future.”

“You may have encountered information online or heard from friends and family that the academic environment here can be challenging. While what you’ve heard is accurate, your determination and discipline will ultimately demonstrate whether you can thrive. As you can see, you are part of a smaller cohort this year, as you were admitted through a special request, which is not typical. Therefore, make the most of this opportunity and honor the efforts made on your behalf. That will be all for now. Best of luck to you all,” she concluded, and the hall erupted in applause as she returned to her seat.

Following her, another staff member took the stage to provide detailed information about the college, its amenities, and the academic programs. Ashleigh listened intently, taking notes as needed. After an hour of explanation, the staff member opened the floor to questions, addressing various concerns and clearing up any misconceptions.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Since that’s the last question, we will conclude this session. There are stands organized by faculty, where senior students are available to provide more information about their departments. Additionally, there is a school stand at the entrance where you can fill out your details and collect your student kit. Have a good day,” the speaker announced, and the students began to disperse.

Ashleigh felt a sense of relief as the orientation ended, gaining clearer insights into her academic path. She reviewed her orientation slip to identify her faculty and made her way to the corresponding stand. The area was bustling with activity, featuring a large booth divided by department. She approached the stand labeled “BIOCHEMISTRY DEPARTMENT” and was greeted by two girls who appeared somewhat bored. Her eyes widened in recognition when she saw the girl who had helped her earlier. As Ashleigh approached, the girls looked up; one had a cheerful expression, while the other seemed less enthusiastic.

“Oh, it’s you,” the girl with the dim expression remarked, giving Ashleigh a scrutinizing look. Ashleigh, recalling their previous encounter, stepped back slightly.

“Cassidy, don’t be mean! Don’t mind her. I’m Angela Reese, the student representative for the Biochemistry Department. It’s nice to meet you! Welcome to Robin College! You’re so pretty. What’s your name?” Angela asked excitedly, her enthusiasm making Ashleigh smile shyly.

“I’m Ashleigh Hartman. It’s nice to meet you too,” Ashleigh responded timidly. Angela moved closer, allowing Ashleigh to get a better look at her. Angela wore a cropped cotton sweater, a skirt, and flat shoes, with her maroon hair pulled back in a ponytail. An ID card hung around her neck, and a customized school pin adorned her sweater.

“You don’t have to be afraid. Unlike Cassidy here, I don’t bite… unless you want me to,” Angela said with a wink, causing Ashleigh to gasp slightly. Angela’s playful remark elicited a laugh from her.

“It works every time,” Angela said after composing herself, while Cassidy remained unamused beside her.

“Are you done? Can we give her the stuff and go? I’m bored out of my mind,” Cassidy interjected with a raised eyebrow. Angela then began to gather the items.

“If you don’t mind me asking, are there no other students coming here?” Ashleigh inquired.

“What do you think, Robinette? You’re the only student who arrived this late for reasons only Heaven knows,” Angela pointed out. Ashleigh’s eyes lit up in understanding, though she was puzzled by the term Cassidy used earlier.

“Robinette?” Ashleigh asked, and Cassidy started to explain but was interrupted by the thud of a large box landing on the counter, placed there by Angela.

“Robinette is the term used for new students like you. Get used to it because you’ll hear it a lot until your status as a student is fully established,” Angela explained.

“This is your welcome package! It includes a department hoodie, a pair of tracksuits, sneakers, your student ID, payment card, and your timetable. I’d also like you to fill in your contact details so you can be added to the student forums for both the department and the school. Make sure to mute your notifications but check your messages regularly. Additionally, there’s a day where we all wear a specific color; it’s a great way to meet others in the department. Since classes are ongoing, things might be hectic for now,” Angela said, quickly going through the contents of the box for Ashleigh to examine.

The package contained all the items Angela mentioned, along with extras such as jotters, customized phone and tablet cases, stickers, water bottles, and hair ties. The quality of the items impressed Ashleigh, and while she had not expected to see Cassidy again, she was pleased to have a familiar face, no matter how unfriendly it was.

“Do you have any final questions?” Angela asked.

“Um, how do I navigate Robin College?” Ashleigh asked cautiously. Angela and Cassidy exchanged a knowing look before Cassidy spoke up.

“Robinette, if there’s one piece of advice I can give you, it’s to keep your heart guarded and your eyes wide open. Nothing will prepare you for what you’re about to experience here.”