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Posted by Markelle Grabo on September 12, 2012 at 2:40 PM

It's week three of my college experience. So far, I've had my ups and downs. I've been homesick. I've celebrated my freedom. I've been overwhelmed by school work. I've bonded with new friends. I've missed my friends back home. I've taken trains to the city and explored my lakeshore campus. I've become a college student. This is my life now...and it's crazy.


So I thought I'd take the time to remark on this awesome place I've found to clear my stress away. For people who know me personally, this shouldn't be a surprise. But I'm sure to everyone else this may seem a little odd.


The place I'm talking about is my humanities building, where I'm taking my English course - Nature in Literature - this semester. I have it three mornings a week, which in my opinion is hardly enough. I wish I had this class every day. I wish I could be in this building every day, or even just around it. The Crown Center sits on the edge of my campus and is the farthest building from my dorm, about a ten minute walk. But this walk is my favorite. I cross busy streets, weave around buildings, avoid collisions with other students, shy away from scary fast people on bikes, and pass a noisy steam plant. And then I'm there. When I arrive, everything seems to grow quiet.


The architecture of this building is incredible. My description won't do it nearly enough justice, but I'll try. Basically, nothing is symmetrical. The building has many dimensions to it, making it intriguing rather than uniform. There are multiple levels. My class is on the lower level, which acts as the first floor. I have to take the outside stairs down until I'm underneath this giant overhang. What little sunlight is able to penetrate the shade illuminates the vine-covered walls, green and lush. The building borders the lake, so I can hear the sound of water lapping at the rocks and feel the lakeshore breeze. Even in the city, nature surrounds me.


The inside is nothing special. Average hallways paired with average classrooms. But as I walk in, I feel everything in me lift. This is where I belong, the one place on campus that actually feels more familiar than foreign. And for fifty short minutes, I'm not just another freshman trying to find her way. I'm an English major. I'm a writer.

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Reply Pat Lantier
11:48 AM on September 14, 2012 
I am so happy for you, Markelle. As you have doubtless heard many times, ?Nothing is a coincidence.? How wonderful that the Humanities building (of all buildings) has a uniquely ?fantastical? architecture and presence -- perfect for your particular writing self. It seems this structure and its ambience has reached out to you and will provide you with a continuous stream of creativity as well as a place of belonging. Verrrrrry important and fortuitous. Yay!