When filling up an empty stomach the Piedmont North dining hall is the place to be. You walk up to the door and immediately your nose is appeased by the aroma of the food. You walk into the front door and are greeted with a big smile from the lady sitting in the front desk. I love this dining hall there is always someone cleaning and restocking because cleanliness where you eat is very important. North is is a place I would recommend to anyone if hungry.

This dining hall is connected to my building which is why I chose this one  because of the convenience. The outside is  blue with large open windows with bar tops on the inside surrounding the windows. The inside is filled with different stations containing a variety of different foods from Chinese to American their will be something for you. The staff always has a smile on there face and a friendly how is your day going from behind the counter.Hands down this is the best place to eat you have better food options,quality and service.

I stood outside my first college class more nervous than ever. My hand shook violently as I reached for the door handle. It only took three seconds to reach the doorknob, but in my mind, it took an eternity. I could feel the sweat run down my forehead as I ready myself for a classroom filled with hundreds of students. My high school teacher alway told me, “ My class had about three hundred students…” and I always replied “WOW”. I opened the door and it was like a flash blinding me. The blurry image began to clear, and what looked like a huge class turned into a normal classroom. The sweat drop on my forehead was quickly wiped and I hurried to my seat. When I sat down I looked around analyzing everything I saw. The other student faces were blurry because I didn’t have my glasses. From what I could make, the look on their face said the same thing about mines. As I looked around my eyes made contact with another student. The awkwardness filled my head as I quickly moved my eyes to the farthest corner. There I saw the plain white wall that slapped me in the face when I stared at it.  The plainness of the wall gave off a feeling of emptiness that gave me goosebumps. I rubbed my dotted textured arm as the emptiness grew as I kept staring at it. It looked like it was staring into my soul; It was painting a picture of how I was going to fail this class.  I realize that I blanked out and refocused my attention back to the class. My eyes made their way to the teacher of the class. I imagined my professor to be serious and dressed up. To my surprise, she was dressed normally like any other teacher at my high school. My initial thought of this scary big college class with the most intimidating teacher slowly disappeared.  I thought to myself, “College might not be so different after all’.

A space that I find my self often is the common area on the floor I live on, in my dorm. There are these huge windows that show downtown Atlanta. Seeing downtown Atlanta reminds me of NY. Its a very calm place to spend time and do homework. The lights aren’t too bright, which gives off a very relaxing vibe. Many people that live on the same floor come by and watch tv, hang out or do homework. Its a great place to meet new people.There are these huge blue chair that are so comfy, which is usually where I complete my work.

My house is the most welcoming space for me. My mother being so creative, she designed our whole house. The walls are painted in dark gray and light gray. There are plenty of colorful paintings and pictures that are hung up all over the walls. And my favorite part are all the gold decals and extra decorations. I love being greeted by my mother’s warm smile. She cooks delicious meals almost every night. Me, my mother, sister, brother, and step father all sit at the dinner table when it’s time to eat and have silly conversations. My little brother is four years old and super silly. He loves to talk and  play games and asks a bunch of questions. Seeing his little face lights up my day. One of my favorite parts of being at home is being able to go to my quiet place, which is my room. The walls are painted swimming pool blue which describes my personality, bright and friendly. My queen sized bed is so comfortable and my favorite place to take after school naps. My home is my favorite place to be in.

There is nowhere like it. The newly placed green with small hints of black. The sun beading down and warming the surface to thirty degrees hotter than the air. They called it artificial but there was nothing fake about this field. The energy I put into it, the literal blood, sweat, and tears that I, so many of my peers, and even more before me left on it. Everyone who steps on this field immediately sports a game face. Everything about the game or performance is 100% serious. For as long as they are on the field they are no one’s friends. They are competitors. This field is all inclusive, whether your job is to hit, run, jump, throw, march, or even flip, this field will invite you. I love this place. I love the history and the friends I’ve made just by marching here. Of course, it wasn’t always comfortable. Those black pellets in your shoes would simulate walking on coals and good luck getting them out. Even after 5 years there are still pellets in my shoes from my freshman year. This is my favorite place. And even though I am no longer marching, I can still bestow what knowledge I have on younger marchers. This space will never change but it can easily change anyone who comes in contact with it.