I remember the first day I first went down into the basement of Gregory Hall. I had just transferred into the College of Communications after spending my freshman year studying waves of democracy and researching U.S. policy towards Lebanon as a political science major. I needed out and wanted to put my writing skills to work. Journalism sounded like the perfect answer.
I was excited for a change as I headed down to choose my classes. The cool, quiet hallway held a certain mystique. I was walking on tiles few students had ever traversed-- or even knew about. It was neat to know that I now belonged to this new demographic of Illinois and had my own little hideout in the basement of GH.
That feeling was all too fleeting.
I don't have any regrets about changing my major. I really enjoy journalism and I'm glad I made the switch. It's just that the once mystic aura of the basement of Gregory Hall has faded. It's a nice place, but I'm suffering from overexposure.
When choosing my classes for this fall, I didn't realize that all but one class is in GH. I suppose you'll have that with three journalism classes, but even my home gardening class, HORT 106, is in Greg. Surely a horticulture class would be held in a garden or green house, right? Nope, all you need to learn how to care for plants are fluorescent lights and uncomfortable chairs.
To make things worse, I'm going to be a computer lab assistant this fall. Add 10 more hours a week in GH to the schedule.
It seems as if I'm destined to spend the rest of my college days in the confines of Gregory Hall. Maybe someday I'll get a statue.
1 comment:
haha, I feel the exact same way about this place!
And I started off in political science as well. Why is it that all poli sci majors end up in Journalism and in the beautiful confines of Gregory Hall?
Be honest--you will miss this place once you graduate!
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