The same email at scholarship level. Read it after Step 3. Notice the more thoughtful voice, the extra care for the reader, and the light humour. It still sounds like one classmate writing to another.
Hi Maya,
I don't know you yet, but I already know one thing for certain. Walking into a brand-new school is one of the strangest feelings there is. I didn't want you to do it without a friendly face expecting you. So, hello, properly, before Monday even begins.
I can still remember my own first morning here, a little too clearly. I was sure everyone else had been handed a secret instruction sheet I'd somehow missed. Where to sit, which staircase went up, why everyone knew exactly where they were going. Meanwhile, I drifted around like a lost tourist. If that's anything like how you feel right now, I promise it passes faster than it seems.
If I can give you one truly useful thing, it's this. Every morning, our class timetable is taped inside the classroom door. Glance at it on your way in, and pack your bag from it the night before. Then you'll skip the most stressful part of the first week. That's the sinking moment, halfway down the corridor, when you realise you've brought the wrong books. It's a tiny habit, but it buys you a surprising amount of calm.
You'll pick up everything else without even trying, and you won't do it alone. I've saved you the seat next to mine. I'm also fully prepared to answer even the most obvious questions, without judging you for a second.
See you Monday, Maya. You're going to be absolutely fine.
From Sam