The Place that Suits Me

“There was music from my neighbor's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and he champagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his motor-boats slid the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam. On week-ends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains. And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with

During my return trip to downtown Tucson I visited my favorite place and the one which I felt held the most power. The Cadence apartment gives anyone who enters it the feel of a five-star hotel. The apartments gave the ambience of upper class with its constant cleaning crew working to keep it in prestige condition and multiple amenities only the nicest and most powerful of places would possess. When entering, you are welcomed to a long all white hallway with multiple fireplaces and flat screen televisions. The all white building gives the impression of a sleek and clean upper class building. After continuing down the hall, you are greeted by a fully equipped gym and a large pool and hot tub. Overall, with grand sweeping hallways, five star amenities, and classy atmosphere, The Cadence possesses much of the attributions that lead a building to be architecturally powerful.

As I exited the metro bus and stepped into the cold, wet, and way-too-early Saturday morning air, my mind pounded with the self-scolding, “Why am I awake. Why am I awake?”. The second I looked up at the grey-blue sky, however, all dread evaporated. Instead, the gorgeous sight ahead filled me with an incredulous awe. The Washington National Cathedral stood towering in cream-colored splendor, its richly detailed Gothic architecture almost too picturesque to fathom. Intricate spires stood proudly against the low-hanging clouds, as if taunting them to rain. Stunned, I began to follow my friends along a blue stone path surrounded by vivid greenery. As I walked, the chill air invigorated my lungs with each breath, filling me with a sort of peaceful energy. The path led to a smaller, yet still grandiose building which we entered through two large glass doors.

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

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.

When Ellie arrived the other day it was dark and she was unable to appreciate the beautiful countryside surrounding her. However today, it was spectacular. The imposing mountains in the distance were stunning and the open fields bordered by lofty trees were delightful. Since she isn’t in any hurry to reach town, Ellie pulls over and simply sits and takes it all in. It is relaxing, drawing the tension from her.

I step out of the car and stretch my muscles in the balmy ambience of the morning. Inhaling the misty air and exhaling worry, I am awash with pure excitement as I begin to trek into my realm of peace and beauty: a hiking trail. I watch as the tall pine trees and mountains replace the familiar surroundings of concrete buildings and copper telephone wires. The sun, warming my face, filters through the ceiling of leaves and leaves a kaleidoscope of light upon the dirt floor.

Ahead crowds of cyclists pack the streets. Bobby’s twin throws his cap high in the air and catches it in jubilation. The Dolphin Statue is near, even if I can’t see it. I bike faster to join them, though the heat and exhaustion have taken its toll. I slow down and pause to lean my head on the handlebars. My body caves.

A road, a bicycle, and no destination: it was my omne trium perfectum for those dark, dusky twilights which cast a perpetual five o' clock shadow over the calendar of this summer. The balancing beam frame of my bike, a comfortable extension of my August body, scattered humble gold leaf petals of rust in her wake to honor the merciful drippings

This lesson was not just one of learning knowledge to have passing grades, it is a lesson about learning from others that have gone before and lived experiences that we will never know creating an understanding for the reader that it is about understanding what life is really about. Fiction and Nonfiction characters from the course have given inspiration to the reader about life lessons on education, research, poems, and living life to the fullest. The characters all the way from Victor Frankl, and John F Kennedy leading the innovation of being full of inspiration and the ability of sheer will to keep pushing forward and to do something about their lives. As well about short stories about

Nevertheless, we maintain our resilience and continue. We run and skip, as we are still waiting to be woken up from what we believe to be a dream. Everywhere we peek is filled with the riches of the earth. To our left are the mountains that fear no man or animal, that stand to be a motif of nature’s beauty, and to our right is a waterfall that claims all purity and bliss. We marvel at the waterfall’s grace, her excellence in how each rock is aesthetically positioned just right, and how each crash of water sounds like a symphony. We are in love. As we continue our path we are then struck by the lake, the unquestionable base of the glacier. It hits me like a freight train going one thousand miles an hour. I was not ready for the sight that now refuses to leave my inner psyche. Right in front of me is everything I have been waiting for, the tranquil lake that seems to have never met man’s wrath and the snowcapped mountains that envelope the lake, making for a picture that is more than Instagram worthy. Although we made it to our destination, however, we are still not done. We continue up the glacier, up the ridge until we are truly on top of the world, everything about this is ethereal. The crisp wind that carries the sweet scent of the pine cones, the bright sun that kisses my face ever so gently, and the view that will never cease to inspire

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

The building sparkled. It was fresh, it even smelled new. Now hundreds of students streamed through its doors. Curious about the building that only a handful of people had seen before. The air was filled with excitement, it was impossible not to be excited. Everyone had watched the place being built over the past two years. Now it was finished, or mostly finished. Students were ready to claim it as their own. opening day was here at last

Pieces of literature that force the reader to take a step back and grasp what has been said is a great form of understanding and analyzing a piece as a whole. This can be seen when reading, Toni Cade Bambara’s, 1972, “The Lesson,” as it displays as a heroic short story. This short story catches the attention of the audience as the language used throughout the story can be depicted as broken English. This makes it more difficult for the reader to understand what is being said and slip out of the context. “The Lesson,” is told from the point of view of a girl named Sylvia, who takes the reader through the average events of her life with her friends, and the dreaded Miss Moore. Miss Moore had moved onto the same block as Sylvia and her family, and was quickly

The building labeled B appears to be the main building for courses at Local Community College. Students walk in and out of the building all day and stop only to enter a classroom or buy food from the vending machines which fill one corner of the building’s long hallway. Often, students sit on the chairs that line the walls while waiting for a class to start, but for now the hallway is nearly empty and waiting for the ambush of students.