Hi! My name is Edina, I'm 18, and I'm a first year student. I entered journalism - I always dreamed of writing, to observe, ask uncomfortable questions and be in the center of events, even if I myself remain a bit in the shadows. Studying at university is not at all like studying at school. Here you owe no one anything, and at the same time, you owe everything: it's up to you whether you show up for class, whether you turn in your assignments, whether you get enough . Sometimes it feels like I'm an adult. And sometimes it's that I'm just a baby who was let loose in the big city and told: "Work it out." I love mornings on campus - when it's still quiet, but already smells like coffee, and students are going who to the lecture hall, who just "walk around before first class." I always have a book, headphones, and a flash drive with an unfinished story in my backpack - I seem to be one of those romantics who truly believe in the power of words. Sometimes I get tired - of the pace, of the people, of the constant race to "make it". But then I see someone reading my texts in the the student newspaper, or a faculty member says: "You have a knack for seeing the essence," and everything inside comes alive. I'm 18, I'm a student, I don't know anything yet, but I'm terribly eager to learn. Learning to live, make mistakes, fall in love, and not lose myself. Because this is just the beginning. And it's mine.