The Library

I chose this space because it brings me a sense of comfort every time I walk in to get my work done. It’s quiet, for the most part and every student is working independently trying to get their work done. I like to go to a little corner in the back, where its past the printing station to the left, and where it’s a little excluded and hidden. That’s the area where I usually try to get my work done, and for the most part i’m successful.

       This area is on the first floor, near the cafe inside, and surrounded by multiple rows of shelves that are filled with movies. Almost every computer has a student in front of it, trying to get their work and assignments finished. The line to get to the printing station is always constant and the sound of the printer making the copies of paper never ends. There’s the scatter of feet as people walk by, trying to get to their next destination. Each table you see is full with students and their textbooks and notes. The very back, are the tables of students that are just trying to eat their meal, or have play a simple card game with their friends. Where I sit, I can see all of that and observe the other people in the library and notice their habits.

        The library is a space where someone can focus and take their time to get an assignment done and it gives the student a sense of comfort and familiarity to be by themselves, or to be in a group with their friends. The library also makes me think about how many students are trying their hardest to keep their grades up and maintain the scholarships they receive. That also makes me think about how many students aren’t as lucky and can’t receive federal aid or even go to school, due to their status. There are people I know who aren’t as lucky as me, who pay almost twice as much, or who had to let go of the idea of going to school because they aren’t from here, but they consider themselves an American. This reminds me of immigration and what’s going on in our government and media and around the world as well. I believe it should be talked about more often as a whole, not just for politics because one never knows how you can help someone. The more people who know about it, the more change that can be applied.

 

MARCH #2

 Dear John Lewis, 

The events in the ’60s are something I still can’t properly wrap my head around. I can’t imagine how hard and how brave everyone had to be to stand up for their rights. The way that voting offices would give literacy tests to only black applicants, or how they’d get targeted if they were able to successfully register to vote. How officers would find a reason to arrest any of the protestors and send them straight to jail was very shocking. Right after that, there was a protest planned called the ‘Freedom Vote’, with Harvard University student, Bob Moses. During that protest, President Kennedy had been shot and assassinated, and everyone had to continue with the protests that’d been planned, everyone had to keep pushing forward. What really created further tension, was when the three young voters were presumed to be missing; but in reality, everyone had known deep down what had happened to them. This portion of your book focused mainly on the darker and more depressing moments.  I was very shocked when I saw how brutal someone’s experience was to register to vote, compared to my experience where I could easily register online. Also, the feeling of dread and surprise when I saw what happened to those young voters, I had a feeling of what had happened but was still stunned when their bodies were found. I wondered why you put in the portion of the party and that one moment where everyone was happy, was it because you wanted to show how young you all were still? A solution I would like to propose would be not to give up, and to continue to fight for what you believe is right.

                                                                                                         Sincerely,

                                                                                                                          Carmen Guzman