Jerome only had eyes for the tower, so he missed the trunk parked in front of the arch. As he summersaulted over the trunk he caught a glimpse of two long and rather golden legs. Shaking his head he was about to swear, when he once again saw the same pair of legs. This time he followed them up; the boy in him took in the shortest of skirts, the tight fitting blouse and a wide smiling face, as a unknown girl reached out to help him up. The sculptor in him tried to rise to the occasion. ‘my name is Jerome, I’m new here, this place is impressive, so I thought; no I didn’t did I. For standing he saw the deep blue lanyard and then the name badge, Mrs Banks – Head of Visual Arts. Jerome felt like a dying gladiator, then he saw the merriment in her eyes. He was going to enjoy his time at university.