I picked my community!

You guys can all sleep well at night from now on because I have finally chosen my community! haha I decided to research the International Cranwell Center, the student center for the international students on campus. I'm hoping that will go well :)

Also, in case anyone is interested, or you just want to read some of my wonderful writing (right...hehe) I decided to put in my observation I made this weekend at the football game, enjoy!

The Dreaded Stairs

“Gina! Meb! Hurry up you guys, we’re gonna be miss the beginning!” my friend Brittany shouts at me and my other friend, Meb, as we’re approaching Lane Stadium. We get so turned around, trying to find the right entrance into the stadium, weaving through endless seas of people, we realize we’re missing the beginning of the football game. For Meb and I of course, this doesn’t impact us at all because we could care about football less, but Brittany considered football with much higher importance. When we finally go into the right entrance to find our seats in the stands, we have this feeling of accomplishment. Out of all the entrances and after being so lost, we finally knew where we were, and where we were was seconds away from finding our seats at the game! When we finally turn in our tickets and look for our section number, we notice we have to go up a few flights of stairs. We do this with a little bit of difficulty, but get through it because we know our seats would be that much closer once we reached the top. We couldn’t have been more wrong.
Once we get to the top of those sets of stairs, we see empty seats (which we guessed were ours) at the very top of the section. In order to get to these seats, however, we had to go up the dreaded stairs. “Great, we weren’t as close to our seats as I thought,” I think to myself. As we go up this new set of stairs, it feels like an eternity. My legs were on fire, the sun was beating down on me, and each step took that much more effort and drained that much more out of me. Of course, Brittany is constantly reminding us to go faster and that we can’t keep up with her. Then I hear myself say out loud to whoever will listen, “Ahhh I’m so out of shape!!!” When we get to our seats at last, a sense of relief overcomes me, we made it!
I looked down those stairs we toiled to climb up on and realize just how steep those stairs were! Even though there were not that many stairs, they were so steep, they might as well have been vertical. I lean over and say to Meb, “Well that explains why it was such a workout to go up those stairs, look how steep they are!” Meb then nods in agreement.
As the game progresses I see other people making this feat of trudging up these stairs as well. I catch myself observing every person who walks up these stairs just to read their faces, try guess what they’re thinking. I see overweight people walk up the stairs, I see young, in-shape guys walking up these stairs and they might as well have been the same person. Everyone who walked up those stairs had a look of pain and impatience stretched across their faces regardless of their body type and physical capabilities, it was interesting to observe this. Some people were a little more vocal with their feelings towards the stairs, however, and I managed to hear snippets of people’s thoughts on the dreaded stairs: “I’ve never been so tired before in my life!!” “Damn these stairs!!” I then couldn’t help but feel a little more at ease with my initial reactions of the stairs. If those in-shape guys, and everyone else, had trouble, I was perfectly entitled to be incapable of making the trek up the stairs too!
Then Brittany asks, “Do you guys want to get something to eat or drink?” Meb and I immediately think of the dreaded stairs and the fact that we’d have to go down them and up again. We respond in unison, “NO!!!”