How I Get Up And Hop Out Of My Bed On The Third Floor Of Crawford

This street, quiet and empty the night before, turns into a bustling, crowded street, overnight. As I cross the street, the 3 large brick and academic buildings catch my eye. On the far left is McCleary Student Center. It’s large shiny front glass window glistens in the sunlight, reflecting the image of the landscaping just outside. Outside, luscious green bushes and prestigiously maintained grass connect the ever-so-modern campus with the wonders of nature. Directly inside, Price Auditorium, with its grand jet black stage, and maroon upholstered stadium seating, acts as a central meeting spot for the school, and brings together the Severn community on a daily basis. In the time I've been in high school, the spectacle which is Price Auditorium, seems so much more important. It is here in which intriguing ideas are shared, and paramount issues are thoroughly discussed. As I exit price, I follow the scent of hot food up the speckled tile stairs leading up to to the cafeteria. Inside, I can pinpoint the table I always sat at in middle school, with a refreshing view out the back window, where you can catch a glimpse of the river, just beyond the tree line. The cafeteria seems almost like a restaurant, with many unique dishes to chose from. The cafeteria satisfies hunger, while the rest of the 3 academic

The SUNY Rockland Community College Technology Building is a large, square building with high picture walls. It is one of the first buildings a visitor is likely to encounter upon arriving at the campus, given that it houses the administrative functions of the college, along with several academic departments. The multifaceted nature of the building is exemplified in its large size and generic appearance. Were the building uniquely stylized and adorned to indicate that it houses for example the nursing department, this might detract from the other functions the building serves for members of the college community. The form of the building is both imposing yet relatively nondescript, and can be 'all things to all people.' It is also highly visible from all over the campus. This is not an unimportant feature of a main 'portal'-style building that is designed to welcome students and visitors alike to SUNY-Rockland. If someone was lost or uncertain about how to proceed through the campus, it would be very easy to find this building to seek assistance. Virtually every student must make his or her way through the Technology Building, during his or her tenure on the campus.

Stepping foot onto campus does not immediately dispel any of the preconceived notions one may reasonably have after a few Google searches. The facade does not crack so easily. Reportedly designed by a prison architect—complete with a watchtower cleverly repurposed to house a large clock—the school is made up of a dozen or so small, one-story buildings of approximately six classrooms each. Large,

I stand under the Washington Square Park arch onlooking the fountain as I watch my mother lean backward in attempts to fit both me and the arch in a photo. It was a chilly spring day, one of those where the sun was out but you still needed a light jacket to keep warm. Cars zoomed by. Groups of students Looking around, this untraditional campus was my first impression of what college is like. I imagined how the park would look in the fall with the leaves each a different shade of red and yellow; revealing their last burst of beauty before falling on the ground to make a satisfying crunch underneath my feet. It has been 5 years since my first visit but the treasures of NYU remain timeless.

For my study, I will be waking around the University of California: Irvine campus observing the tour guides and the different interaction that happen on the tours. For my observations, a variety of observations will happen along various key parts of rings road and a few will happen in Aldrich Park as tours some times cut through the park. The tours will begin at the flagpole. The campus representatives (or tour guide) typical begin by taking a group of about ten people up the stair away from the flag pole and onto to ring road. Once the ring road, facing to the south, we have two tall buildings, the Langson Library, which is tall, white and appears to have a column like design, appearing to lack windows, and the Gateway Study Center, another white building which appears to be two to three floor, again with a column like design with the column farther apart separate by large dark windows. To the Northeast, there is another tall building, Aldrich Hall, the University of California: Irvine’s administrative building, which appears to have two parts, and who's design closely mimics the Langson library design.

Entering the gates to the University gave me anxiety. The first thing I noticed was that Georgetown’s campus was larger than American’s, but both were equally aesthetically pleasing. I also observed that the kids around me did not seem as happy, and in whole not as well dressed as the community at American. I had

First, and above all, I seek my Author. In His will I wish to forever abide and I strongly believe that the path He has set before me leads to Samford University. When I first visited Junior Preview Day at Samford, I felt an unexpected sense of joy. Upon my arrival, the bells were ringing as though they were welcoming me home. I returned to Samford this past June for the Great Ideas Summer Institute and was once again taken in by the beauty of the campus and the amiable atmosphere. I was tasked with thinking in a way I never had before, and the challenging discussions ignited a deep desire within me to learn so that I might be a valuable contributor to the conversation. By the end of the week I found that I wasn’t quite ready to leave. Now I eagerly await my next visit, filled with anticipation to discover how resplendent Samford University looks in autumn. As my pre-Samford story closes, I hope to begin my next chapter; one about growing in faith, character, and knowledge; at Samford

Stepping onto Columbia’s campus on 116th Street was like walking into an architectural version of myself. The air smelled of intellectual curiosity and ambition. The sound of a nearby feminism debate greeted my ears. A monumental library engraved with the names of history’s greatest philosophers and authors enticed my vision. From this moment, I knew Columbia University was where I wanted to be.

It was a bright sunny summer day in June. My percussion instruction at the local university was year round. I was driving with my mom heading to Wichita State University. The plan next week was finally to get my full driver’s license, so this was one of our last trips together for a while. She tended to enjoy the back neighborhood route, to Wichita State University, which lead us to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The route we took each week lead us through the beautiful historical neighborhoods in Wichita Kansas. This established residential area has streets lined with beautiful, enormous, well-kept homes for the most part. It was clear that the wealth of Wichita chose to live in the shadows of the university. As we were about to

When you walk into the room at the Urban Institute for Contemporary Arts, your face will change, drastically. Your gaping mouth and enormous eyes will fixate on the room, staring at the organized chaos transpiring in the alcove, the loud and quiet at the same time. There will be a wall full of music, a set of strings going up the entire wall

As I get closer to the building I hear voices ranging in pitch and tone. I walk through the large, bulky double doors with people running in and out of the building. I reconsider my decision to come here. It is instant chaos. It reminds me of the scene in Mean Girls where they are in the mall and Katy imagines the teens acting like wild animals at the water fountain similar to how she saw animals act in Africa. It is actually quite similar and a fascinating idea.

On the day my family came to tour the USF campus back in September 2014, I dropped my mother off at the John and Grace Allen Building. I told her to walk straight under the building and through the trellises, past the bull fountain and into the Marshal Student Center to wait for me, but she got lost, very lost and ended up over past the Education building. My mother’s frustration and anger at how confusing the layout was to her was growing and her image of the University I wanted to call home was dropping fast. My mother was amazed at the kindness of

As you continue the journey you’ll come to this path that starts at the highway and if you look up the path you’ll see the “Welcome to Alfred University” sign, this path is completely made of rocks and if you follow this path it will lead you under the stadium bleachers and lead you to Merrill field. Walking from underneath the dark bleachers onto Merrill field is like walking in to the gates of

Stella slowly opened her eyes to her family and some of her friends from her dance company. Confused and not knowing where she was, she began to sit up. As she looked around the room, she saw lots of complicated equipment and the room smelled strongly of chemicals. Suddenly, a wave of tiredness washed over her and she quickly lay back down on the uncomfortable mattress. Stella felt each part of her body get heavy and she felt as if she couldn’t move. Finally, she built up the strength to ask,

Sweat trickled down my eyebrow. I barely opened my eyes and saw a tiny sliver of light peeking through my window. I almost fell back asleep that day, and I would have missed class if not for my dog. Winston always has a way of knowing when it is time to get me up. He jumped on my belly, and I knew it was time for us to start the day. Every day is the same day, same routine, and same Olivia. Ever since I was young, I have loved routine. Well, not so much loved it, but I had to have it. The earliest memory I have of my practices was at the age of five. I am deathly afraid of throwing up, otherwise known as Emetophobia. The thought, feeling, even seeing films with people throwing up, bothers me. I made a pact with myself to keep calm. I promised that if I did a certain routine every night for bed, I would not get sick the next day. It became habit, and habit became life for me. My illnesses progressed as I grew older, but my mindset never changed: order produces healthy and happy. I never fault from my routine, and if I ever did panic would ensue. Today was one of those days.