It’s
a Sunday morning at 8:45, which means it’s the perfect time to take a walk
around the campus of UNR. As I take my
first step out of the front doors to the Living and Learning Community (aka my
dorm) I begin to realize how beautiful the morning time can be. I looked over my shoulder while I was walking
away, and I saw “Nevada Living and Learning Community” written in large silver
letters over the doorway. The word that stuck out to me was “Community.” I never really thought about it before, but
each and every one of us in this dorm is a part of a community. It’s a place
were hundreds of new college students live under the same roof and work towards
a common goal: doing well in academics to get a quality education, and enjoying
the time we spend here, at UNR with others of similar interests. In this building, we have created a pleasant
environment to live and to study. We
have all done our part to form this environment and I am involved in this by
attending RHA meetings and by making sure that I follow all the rules on quiet
hours. I also have study sessions with girls who live in my wing and we do
homework together and help each other through the transition that we are all
making from high school to college.
I
kept walking away from my dorm and towards the Down Under Café to see what they
where serving for breakfast this morning, when I saw on the door that the Café
does not open until 10:30 on Sundays. I
guess that implies that the average college student is not awake yet and is
still sleeping off all the partying they did the night before. This caused me
to think about how that means that I am not the average college student. What I
really couldn’t believe is that every single student who is still sleeping in
their dorm room is missing out on the spectacular morning that is happening
right outside their window.
I
continued to walk, and I needed to cross Virginia Street by Argenta, so I
pushed the walk button and within seconds the light tuned into a walking symbol
and all the cars driving down Virginia Street had a red light. I crossed the
street with a smug look in my eye, because I was proud that my crossing had to
stop so many cars. But as I was walking
across, I saw the drivers of the cars and I started to feel bad. I made them
all wait at a red light just so that one student could cross the street. I
should’ve used the bridge because that wouldn’t inconvenience multiple drivers.
My one push of a walk button impacted many people for a split moment of
time. Maybe the bridge is a better idea
after all, even if it causes me to walk an extra 100 yards on each side of the
street.
I
walked past the Jot Travis Building and around Manzanita Lake. The lake looked absolutely
stunning because the sunlight was shinning off it this morning. As I was
walking I hear a bird; a very loud bird that was making the noise caw-caw-caw
over and over again. How much do I miss everyday when I rush from class to
class and don’t take the time to take in my surroundings?
Throughout
this walk, I am starting to realize that I may not make as much of an impact on
where I go as I thought I did. Yes, it’s true that I made multiple cars stop so
that I can walk, and I do smile whenever I pass others, but do my everyday
actions make a difference? As I keep
walking towards the Joe Crowley Student Union, I passed the Raggio Education
Building and I notice a statue in front of it. It’s a statue of four children,
and one of the kids is giving a different child flowers, and the look on her
face is ecstatic. That’s when I realize once and for all that every action I do
makes a difference. When I smile at people, it improves their surroundings. When
I say “hi” to the kid that I went to high school with, but never talked to, I
start to make them feel more comfortable. When I help the girl who lives across
the hall from me with her chemistry homework, it makes her day a little bit
easier. Even though I may not think I
have much of an impact on making place here at UNR, I definitely have the ability
to make a difference here at my new home.
The part about the bird going "caw-caw-caw" absolutely made my night! I totally heard you saying this in my head. And right there, that little laugh of mine was your impact on me. This new place we call home is starting to create memories in our hearts that will result as our final understanding of this moment in our lives. So thank you Andrea for making mine a time worth remembering.
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