The Day After
I take the Red line into work every day. Between Kendel/MIT and MGH stops the train surfaces across a bridge and you can see the Boston skyline. Every day since I moved to my place in Cambridge, I look at the top part of the Piano Row building when crossing the Charles. For the past 10 months I had been working on a project where students will pick their housing on-line. Think Google Maps for residence halls. My coworker Eben and I were one of the first to get the floor plans for the building. Eben had been coding the backend where I designed and implemented the interface and Ajax programing. Making DIV and CSS for each room for both the Little Building and our soon-to-be 'Piano Row' as we started to call it. We didn't have anything else to call it other than 150, so we named the building for the block's nickname. Everyone else caught on to the idea.
I look out at that skyline every day and mark the progress. For the problems we have as a college, I look at that building every morning and dream for the day when it's open and more housing is available to our students. All the good things my alma matter has to offer. Having been a transfer, I wasn't allowed to live in the dorms and excluded form most of student life. We're moving to our goals for 75% residential campus. Every day I think of how my work can further the education of the students at Emerson. It's what keeps me going though the day.
When I walk out of Boylston Street station, I always look at the building. I trace the progress by plotting out how many windows are installed or what part of the front of the building was put in. Yesterday morning I could see all but a few windows in with just the ground floor needing some work.
Today I only had sorrow when looking at Piano Row.
The street was open which came to a surprise for me. I went on my normal rutione and walked in the Emerson Cafe for my juice and muffin. They only had corn and chocolate chip today. I got the corn, my doctor would kill me if I got the chocolate. The mood around the office is somber; Matching the cloudy and rainy day it is outside. My boss has been out of the office for personal reasons, and most of the staff was predicting issues traveling into campus so we running late (They usually work till 6pm anyway). I checked in with Sara who's in charge of tours. She didn't need any changes on the websites, so I got to work.
The mood around Emerson was subdued. The cafe was still lively, but if you've been there before you noticed it was quieter than normal. We were trying to get back into the swing of things, but the accident his us all very hard.
Jackie had e-mailed all staff and faculty that 1:20 would be a moment of silence. When the time came, I walked in Karen's office (my boss' assistant). My friend Missa was also in her office. I finished the minute walking to my boss' office and looking out the window. Thinking about his face...
It wasn't too long when I got the comment from sulligraph made his comment. I just sat there at my screen trying to think of what to type. I had no idea how he reached this blog, but I had some release to know that there is more than just the face I saw. After commenting I had to take a break and walked around for a while.
I came back to work and the comment from Ty's friend showed up. This time was easier as I already went though most of the moment with sulligraph.
oddharmonic told me that Universal Hub linked to my post. I guess that's how you all came to me. Though it's flattering that I've been linked like this, I just wish it was for better circumstances.
Tonight I sit in my apartment writing the rest of this and know that my nightmares of last night won't occur. With the family and friend of Ty commenting, I feel more at peace with the situation. For that I thank the both of you and hope that the journey ahead of you is supported by the ones you love.
Thank you for reading tonight.
Edit: I finally saw Ty's face on the news. That's a better image to have in my head. I can start being coming peace with the situation now.
I look out at that skyline every day and mark the progress. For the problems we have as a college, I look at that building every morning and dream for the day when it's open and more housing is available to our students. All the good things my alma matter has to offer. Having been a transfer, I wasn't allowed to live in the dorms and excluded form most of student life. We're moving to our goals for 75% residential campus. Every day I think of how my work can further the education of the students at Emerson. It's what keeps me going though the day.
When I walk out of Boylston Street station, I always look at the building. I trace the progress by plotting out how many windows are installed or what part of the front of the building was put in. Yesterday morning I could see all but a few windows in with just the ground floor needing some work.
Today I only had sorrow when looking at Piano Row.
The street was open which came to a surprise for me. I went on my normal rutione and walked in the Emerson Cafe for my juice and muffin. They only had corn and chocolate chip today. I got the corn, my doctor would kill me if I got the chocolate. The mood around the office is somber; Matching the cloudy and rainy day it is outside. My boss has been out of the office for personal reasons, and most of the staff was predicting issues traveling into campus so we running late (They usually work till 6pm anyway). I checked in with Sara who's in charge of tours. She didn't need any changes on the websites, so I got to work.
The mood around Emerson was subdued. The cafe was still lively, but if you've been there before you noticed it was quieter than normal. We were trying to get back into the swing of things, but the accident his us all very hard.
Jackie had e-mailed all staff and faculty that 1:20 would be a moment of silence. When the time came, I walked in Karen's office (my boss' assistant). My friend Missa was also in her office. I finished the minute walking to my boss' office and looking out the window. Thinking about his face...
It wasn't too long when I got the comment from sulligraph made his comment. I just sat there at my screen trying to think of what to type. I had no idea how he reached this blog, but I had some release to know that there is more than just the face I saw. After commenting I had to take a break and walked around for a while.
I came back to work and the comment from Ty's friend showed up. This time was easier as I already went though most of the moment with sulligraph.
oddharmonic told me that Universal Hub linked to my post. I guess that's how you all came to me. Though it's flattering that I've been linked like this, I just wish it was for better circumstances.
Tonight I sit in my apartment writing the rest of this and know that my nightmares of last night won't occur. With the family and friend of Ty commenting, I feel more at peace with the situation. For that I thank the both of you and hope that the journey ahead of you is supported by the ones you love.
Thank you for reading tonight.
Edit: I finally saw Ty's face on the news. That's a better image to have in my head. I can start being coming peace with the situation now.