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I can still remember the feel of Penn State.
Specifically the cold, early mornings in winter. The chill inside my nose and in the gaps of my coat, where my gloves were too short and my sleeves too loose. I remember the damp of the spring, the way the shadows of the buildings weren't as warm as the sun.
The sun never felt strong there. In the mornings or the evenings, it seemed to strain. All winter long it was feeble. I can remember watching it eke out a little place for itself on west campus as early as 1 or 2 in the afternoon.
I remember how deep blue the sky would be at the end of my evening classes, making the long hike from Willard Building in the southwest part of campus up to East Halls, the veritable wasteland that housed the freshmen in the northeast corner. I would stop and get dinner with some of my friends who lived in the honors dorms sometimes, somehow that made the trip not as bad. But god, how blue the sky was, deep but not the sort of blue that might make me feel at home. It wasn't Nittany Lion blue. It was an uncaring blue. It made the campus seem desolate, and it made the yellow street lights all the more harsh.
For some reason, even though I know it must have been, I can never seem to remember being cold walking home with friends, no matter how late or how far.
Specifically the cold, early mornings in winter. The chill inside my nose and in the gaps of my coat, where my gloves were too short and my sleeves too loose. I remember the damp of the spring, the way the shadows of the buildings weren't as warm as the sun.
The sun never felt strong there. In the mornings or the evenings, it seemed to strain. All winter long it was feeble. I can remember watching it eke out a little place for itself on west campus as early as 1 or 2 in the afternoon.
I remember how deep blue the sky would be at the end of my evening classes, making the long hike from Willard Building in the southwest part of campus up to East Halls, the veritable wasteland that housed the freshmen in the northeast corner. I would stop and get dinner with some of my friends who lived in the honors dorms sometimes, somehow that made the trip not as bad. But god, how blue the sky was, deep but not the sort of blue that might make me feel at home. It wasn't Nittany Lion blue. It was an uncaring blue. It made the campus seem desolate, and it made the yellow street lights all the more harsh.
For some reason, even though I know it must have been, I can never seem to remember being cold walking home with friends, no matter how late or how far.