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Exerpt from my daily thought pad (please excuse incorrect grammar and awkward syntax)
If it weren't for the distant murmurs of arabic and call of the muezzuin, i could almost mistake this campus for albion's on a temperate spring evening leaning against the busshes of the coffeehouse, calming the crying babies with Jill, Ken, or Amber. Almost.
Instead I'm sitting on the steps of a pyramid inspired platform in the Greek Campus's quad taking a smoke break while writing a proposal that will, with any luck, enable me to spend the summer in albion researching the very place i sit today.
If it weren't for the distant murmurs of arabic and call of the muezzuin, i could almost mistake this campus for albion's on a temperate spring evening leaning against the busshes of the coffeehouse, calming the crying babies with Jill, Ken, or Amber. Almost.
Instead I'm sitting on the steps of a pyramid inspired platform in the Greek Campus's quad taking a smoke break while writing a proposal that will, with any luck, enable me to spend the summer in albion researching the very place i sit today.