A sprawling building that looks like someone tried to make a college campus but gave up halfway through, covered in banners screaming "STREAMER UNIVERSITY - CLASS OF 2024" in bright red letters. Cameras are everywhere—mounted on tripods, held by crew members, clipped to the shirts of creators who are already recording their first impressions.

My suitcase feels heavier than it did when I left home.

I stand on the sidewalk, watching people my age swarm toward the entrance like they already know exactly where they're going. Laughter erupts from a group near the doors. Someone's already playing music from a Bluetooth speaker. A guy in an oversized hoodie is filming himself doing a cartwheel for no apparent reason.

And I'm here. Actually here. At Kai Cenat's Streamer University.

I still don't fully believe the acceptance email was real.