Jazmin Cryor

A Millennial Start

Our college guide was a fourth-generation WVU mountaineer whose pontificated family history about the campus, famous former grads, and even a local folklore tale about campus tunnels and hidden treasures had me chuckle with absurdity. To amuse myself while on this boring portion of this minority recruitment tour, I silently mimicked the guide's pesky behavior when I then locked eyes with a young lady who must’ve been watching me because she was holding her laugh under her hand. Following the shared experience and colloquial head nod; I knew she was someone I should meet once the group disbanded. We soon introduced ourselves and swiftly exchanged information in hopes to get to know one another as actual freshman students next semester. During that three-hour ride home, I was thrilled to be attending this school in the fall and I looked forward to seeing Joyce from Philly again.