It’s an interesting change from last year. Last year around this time I was single, on my own, and a freshman. Everything was new and different. I was also in a group of people that I should not have been involved with and who I thought were different people than what they actually were. And then I met her. It’s crazy how one person can change your life. And now I sit in a new room with her by my side as we read, and do homework and talk. And so many things have changed. I have nothing do to with those people, I’m crazy in love, Marian is like a second home, and the way I look at things has changed. I’ve been through a lot and grown, switched up jobs, been to new places and done new things. But by far the biggest and best change was meeting her and then falling in love with her.
Today during photography we went out and shot some photos as a class. I normally don’t like shooting with lots of people, but I’m getting used to it. It does help me to be more comfortable shooting while people watch and focus on you. I got this shot while our professor was talking. He is a huge part of the reason of why I decided to got to Marian. If you haven’t ever heard of him he’s worth looking up. He has done some amazing things, seen some amazing things and shot a lot of amazing photos. And I love that I have the opportunity to learn from someone like him.
Today they tore down the Art Annex which was adjacent to Fisher Hall and part of the art department. I almost didn’t even notice it, but Hannah was getting great pictures of it and had me come over. So we shot some photos and watched them tear down the last remnants of the art department. Even though this building was old and somewhat run down, it was sad to see it go. It was the last bit of the old art program and it was quickly reduced to rubble, stuffed in a dumpster and trucked away. The area is now being bulldozed and awaits the gravel that will make it a parking lot.
This is where it all started. In Fisher Hall. On our last day of our Freshman year we went to Fisher Hall before we left. This is where we met. We were taking Basic Drawing together in the first semester. I had seen her only one other time, at out orientation. I thought she was beautiful when I saw her, but I just figured I probably wouldn’t see her again and I didn’t stand a chance with her. So I was really excited when I saw her on my first day of that class. This is where we first talked to each other. This is where we stood watching the rain come down in sheets one day and I offered to walk her back to her dorm, all the way on the other side of campus, in the pouring rain under my umbrella. I got soaked walking her back, but it was unbelievably worth it. Because it was me walking her back in the rain that gave me a chance. And here we are almost six months later in the place where it all started.
So this is Fisher Hall. Well, part of it. The creepy part of Fisher Hall to be exact. There’s kind of three sections. The very old part, which has a gallery and offices, the newer part with all the classrooms and the basement which is for the art people, and which contains the creepy part. Honestly the section for the Art majors is kind of shitty but I love it. I love Fisher Hall. It’s where I spend most of my time and I have some good memories here. Some important stuff happened in this hall. And sadly it’s going to be torn down this summer. There was a fire in part of it,and now they have to tear down the whole building. It’s sad and I will really miss this weird, confusing, and kinda creepy builidng.