Dwinelle is a building I can call my third home/working cell. This picture was taken from the front entrance of Dwinelle. I live there, every day. Day after day. Slaving away to obtain a BA. -A virtually meaningless piece of paper that I am obsessed with owning- My eyes can't focus very well after an entire day of studying, looking at data sets, reading in French ... so things are kind of blurry. Nothing matters except getting home, eating and going to sleep. The world becomes meaningless background to my sleeping needs, and I commence the hour and a half journey to my precious bed in Alameda, while having mini-panic attacks about what I will do with my future, when Dwinelle is no longer a place I can call home.
Soon the semester will be over -class officially halts Dec. 9th- and I will see color again.
3 comments:
i so feel you margaret. the world is a scary place. i wish that i could just curl back up in dwinelle like a warm security blanket and never have to leave. why is it that we graduate again?
Ditto Pamila. Just when I think--what else is there to worry about--the real world waves at me.
But Dwinelle is pretty cozy :c)
That's why I'm taking the extra year...yeah baby!
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Your picture is so beautiful. The campus can be very beautiful when you try not to look at it as "evil place that slaps me with impossible workload and makes me feel inferior". ;)
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