My unlikely place for peace
This evening I spent a few hours in one of my favorite buildings on campus. Isn't it pretty? It's even prettier when the line goes outside and wraps around a couple other buildings. Although the imposing walls of the Heber J. Grant building instill a feeling of dread in the hearts of many students as they anticipate with trepidation the impending mental taxation that will be placed upon them and the subsequent negative ramifications on their grade, that building has become a sanctuary for me. Now, don’t get me wrong, I worry about my exams just as much as the next neurotic college student. I do the requisite amount of fretting, fearing, with of course a bit of studying thrown in there before I hand my ID card to the friendly student behind the desk and take my cover sheet into the big open room of testing. But once the pre-test worry draws to its conclusion and I walk up the broad staircase into the pink-ceilinged elegance of the testing center, my dread slips away. ...