The view from my room

Arriving around 10 o’clock at night I certainly was not in the mood to observe Carlisle. As if resonating to my exhaustion the city seemed quiet and calm. As I reached near the grounds of the campus the calmness appeared to grow and turned into a deafening silence. The place that first grabbed my attention even in my condition was, the Morgan field, which clearly was the first scenery that I observed from my room. It wideness, greenery and simplicity made it appear to be humble and accepting towards people. The next morning the silence did not break, if anything it grew further. The early morning fog and drizzle made it seem the field, devoid of people was lonely and wanted someone to sit and bask the sun on its arms. As noon came and I met with other students I felt their anxiety to be the same as mine. However, after a few hours of socializing and I felt we had known each other for a long time. The next time I came to my room the grass seemed greener the sunshine was yellow and the weather turned for the better as if in stimuli to the people. Begin orientation and Morgan field was covered with the hustle and bustle of different orientation groups begining their work. The evening sun had turned a shade of golden and the air, heavy with the voices of people. Everyday as I spent more and more time there I realized the rapidness in its change. From a cold, gloomy land to a hot, cheerful one. The chairs turned redder in color and the sun always shined on them. I had only spent 5 days on campus but it felt like a month had already passed. Everything seemed so close and personal to me that I had gained a sense of community and acceptance before realizing it. Now, even when the uppenclassmen have arrived and the view from my room does not feel unknown anymore. The red chairs do not seem as sad as before. I have already started referring to my Neighborhood as my home.

Morgan Field

The first day I arrived on campus I spent the majority of my time walking around and trying to find a familiar face from the few people I knew from accepted students day, or even to find someone who was interesting to me. The problem was that no one was outside. Morgan field was entirely empty. So I sat down in an Adirondack chair to read and relax and was invited to sit with a group of kids who I of course assumed were freshman as well. Little did I know they were actually mainly “townies” and a junior at Dickinson. As orientation progressed I found that everyone became more friendly and more students were outside playing frisbee or socializing. Whenever I walked by someone greetings and smiles were exchanged. It reminded me of a story my psychology teacher from high school told me about his college in Tennessee. He said that he always assumed girls were interested in him because of how friendly they acted to him. It wasn’t until later that he realized it was only southern hospitality.

I do not feel that was the case on Morgan field. At least all the freshman were still in the phase were everyone is friendly with each other because you never know who could be the person with the potential to become a close friend. As the upperclass mans had arrived Morgan field’s general air has changed to me. Although it ┬ábusier with more students studying and chatting outside it doesn’t have the same affect as the first few days. The older students tend to ignore the freshman and as we ourselves are slowly developing friendships we have become more selective in who we choose to talk with. Hopefully in a few more weeks it will transform into more of a community feel without so much segregation between freshman and the older students when they come appreciate us as people as apposed to the immature children they seem to view us as.