Dear all,
Do a quick edit and clean up of your introductory paragraphs and please post them as replies to this post here. Hopefully, your names will show up, but just in case, please sign off with your name! Shokoofeh
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Lorenzo dela Cruz
8/25/2017 10:25:38 am
Sitting there still and sly was I a fly, so small and so insignificant. Yet despite my size,
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Vincent Lyau
8/25/2017 12:07:03 pm
I’m in a dining room. It has warm, yellow walls and a waxed hardwood floor. A single light fixture hangs from the ceiling above me. I sit, slightly reclined, at a dining table, and I look out of a window that faces the street outside of my house and think about everything but the work I have yet to do. As people and cars enter the window frame only to disappear from my sight and mind moments later, I fiddle with anything I can get my hands on, whether it is a pencil, an eraser, or the worn edges of a book I read days ago but haven’t yet shelved. In this place, I find myself untroubled by the world that lies beyond the glimpses I see through the window.
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Ryan Van
8/25/2017 08:10:24 pm
I'm in my room. I sit on my chair. Stare at my computer's monitor. Look for things to do. Boredom ensues. What to do? Browse Reddit. Wait for my friends to go online. Play games. Sit and do nothing for a couple hours. Do nothing. Do nothing. The cycle repeats. Do nothing. Eat. Sleep. Play. Wait for outside interaction Wait for social life to inevitable come to me. Sit. Stare. Listen to music. Browse Reddit. Without a doubt, my favorite place.
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Brandon Lee
8/26/2017 08:35:55 pm
He's sitting on a chair, one of those office chairs that you might expect in an office building down on main street. The seat is made of felt, with a singular plastic stem that protrudes down from the base of the seat and which splits off into 4 horizontal beams with wheels attached at the ends. As he sits on it he is careful not to lean back too far, as the back is very loose and wobbly and is prone to having it collapse on the sitter. The boy on the chair and pushes off of his mahogany desk with his legs, which sends him spiraling off to the plain blue wall on the other side of the room. He then plants the tips of his feet on that wall and pushes himself back to the mahogany desk.
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Hudson Northrop
8/27/2017 02:44:40 pm
The vast room is dominated by the two mighty panels of glass that take the place of the North wall. Their presence lets in the sunlight that lights up the entire room and reveals the beautiful view of the mountainous meadow that stands out in front of the house. Fashionable paintings and decorations hang on the tall white walls. Subtle streaks of brown stain the carpet near the door as a result of the dog’s disastrous activities coming in and out of the room. An archaic leather chair and lamp sit in the corner, observing all that occurs within this grand area. Ultimately, the casual green shaded carpet combines with the comfortable sense of open that the room gives to create a warm feeling that perfectly describes home.
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Shalin Shah
8/27/2017 03:52:21 pm
The room smelled of one day old bed sheets. In the room, everything was motionless. There was a desk with some papers, books, and pencils thrown around. And as the wind disrupted their place on the desk, some loose papers had scattered across the brown carpet. Also on the carpet were some heavily ornamented christmas sweaters as well as some colorful Batman socks. There was no sound in the room except one. Loud snoring. And on the bed, head thrown against the pillow, there was a kid passed out.
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Natalie Enos
8/27/2017 07:19:23 pm
Newport Beach, California. I sit in my reclining beach chair, taking in the sights of the crowded beach. Children run from the waves, hoping to avoid the ice cold water on their feet. I hear laughter, seagulls, the loud crash of the ocean as it settles upon the shore. And although the scene is loud and bustling, it is also calm and serene. I feel the warm sand on my toes, the salt on my skin, the warm sun beating on my face. A cool ocean breeze whips through my hair and I smile, embracing it all, and enjoying my time in paradise.
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Natalie Enos
8/27/2017 07:20:06 pm
I forgot to add my name oops!
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Christina Gaspar
8/27/2017 09:21:30 pm
The girl walks into Plaza del Valle. Pyramids of exotic fruits are stacked alongside each other resembling a meadow full of vibrant colors. Vendors try to fight off the groups of swarming flies without much luck. On one hand women carry bags of groceries while plucking fruits with the other. A little boy chases a stray dog down the corridors towards the butcher's shop. The steady beat of the knife hitting the cutting board falls into rhythm with the love songs playing on the speakers. As night falls one by one lights begin to flicker, keeping the plaza alive. The smell of burning wood fills the air and smoke begins to work its way out of the windows. She stops at the center of the plaza and takes it all in. She is home.
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Seth Dumaguin
8/28/2017 12:40:05 am
On my way to my first lecture of the day, I walk slowly because it was early in the morning. Walking through Upper Sproul is always part of this journey. Right when I enter, I am welcomed with a sight of tables, pop-up tents, and people. As I walk through, hearing lots of murmurs of what their club does and what it means to be part of this club, I catch a glimpse of students being stopped by club members asking if they are interested. I am trying my best to avoid eye contact from every person that is behind a table. I am almost through Sather Gate, almost done with this dreaded journey, when I see a flyer right in front of me and a person saying, "Interested in...".
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Christina Hendricks
8/28/2017 11:44:22 am
Her blue box sits perched on valuable real estate. The juxtaposition of stress and relaxation confuse her. She continues to occupy the little blue box that for that day is both her office and home. The salty air mixed with decomposing seaweed remind her of the ocean paradise surrounding her and her responsibility, the numerous beach patrons. The changing scenery of the ocean adapt to mother nature's emotion; however, on this peaceful day up in the little blue box the pacific is calm and enchanting.
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Nicole Mendoza
8/28/2017 08:19:39 pm
Creaky floors, smoky basement, a door that sticks; the Pink House is her new home. With fourteen people laying their heads at this hearth, the Pink House always buzzes with energy.
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Jillian Behrens
8/28/2017 09:27:29 pm
My favorite place that immediately came to mind is my mother's small office room, though I don't know that it's my absolute favorite place in the whole world. I think that it came to mind so quickly because I just moved out of my house for the first time, and I moved very far away, and I am very homesick. In my mother's office, there's a large recliner chair that she relaxes in while she does her work. Next to the chair is an end-side table that always has a large mug of coffee. On Wednesdays, she gets to work from home, and over the summer we would always spend these days together. I would lie on the floor and watch Law and Order SVU or some other crime show on Netflix or Hulu, while she typed up her briefs.
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Damaris Hernandez
8/28/2017 10:52:45 pm
I am in my small, salmon colored room back in SoCal. I am playing with my precious chihuahua, Brownie, and admiring the great life of a dog he must live. In the background one can hear me blasting my Taylor swift music. Im probably playing the song " all too well" or " holy ground". My mom is getting home and I rush to the living room to greet her with a hug and smile. I go back to my cave, my small room, and continue procrastinating on my summer homework by watching my current favorite show on Netflix, How I Met Your Mother. I have the theme song stuck in my head by now. As I hit play on the fifth consecutive episode of that night, I start to fall asleep in my small cozy, salmon colored room.
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Maribel Juarez Vargas
8/28/2017 10:59:04 pm
I find myself sitting in a green open area. Many things to find and see. Everything is quite and I can fly from tree, to tree, to bench, to swings, to slides. Over and over again with nothing to worry about. But as the sun rises and the temperature gets warmer, my area of comfort and serenity is invaded by the laughter of children, yelling of concerned parents, and barking of dogs. My area of peace has now become one in where I fear my life.
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Allan Lee
8/28/2017 11:57:06 pm
The place where I stand is in the open field behind my school and surrounded by trees. I'm not on the field, rather sitting on the concrete side, under the trees with my friends. We are chewing sunflower seeds and spitting them onto the ground already littered with shells. The surrounding echoes from the school provide a background sound to the rustling of the trees in the calm breeze. After a long practice in the field, even my friends talk becomes peripheral as my tired self starts to embrace the setting sun, the rustling trees, and the disgusting smell of my friends.
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Elizabeth Lemons
8/29/2017 12:02:16 am
The smell of fresh laundry blows in by a summer breeze from the barely cracked patio door that stands sturdy against the sway outside. The view of the streets from the sixth floor is largely obscured by the green potted plants that stand high next to the hanging laundry, all whites against blue skies, but I can still see a cat lazing atop a car parked on the side of the narrow road. I can hear the distant chatter and cheering of elementary students returning home from classes; the washing machine chimes happily to signal the end of its cycle and my time to take down the dried clothes that now only move lightly in the calm wind.
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Sarah Giorgi
8/29/2017 01:49:18 am
The view is awe inspiring, like something out of a painting in the Louvre. You can touch the clouds, smell of pine, hear the birds. Surrounded by all this magnificence, you feel as small as an ant. The land spreads out in all directions from beneath your feet. And although you are at peace, you can’t help but feel fear: fear of bears, fear of loneliness, and fear misdirection. Yet all these emotions are nothing compared to the beauty that surrounds you.
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Shokoofeh
8/29/2017 10:15:50 am
Mammoth Lakes is a forest with mountains in the backdrop that are still capped in snow in late August. She's sitting on a log, maybe a rock, that she's found. She avoids thinking about the possibility of a bear finding their campsite, finding her. "Everything is in a bear box," she thinks. After so many nights backpacking she should be more comfortable with wildlife than she is. There is a lake before her, so clear. The water is so limpid, she can see the algae-covered logs sinking (or are they resting?) at the bottom. She thinks about finishing the novel she's reading, but instead she takes out her wooden pipe. "Beautiful scenery is always made more beautiful with smoke," she says out loud to her partner. He gives her the eye, knowing that she won't actually smoke. She likes to feel the pipe in her hands more than she enjoys the experience of smoking itself.
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Ava Mora
8/29/2017 01:22:31 pm
There's always a feeling a get when leaving New York City, and another one when coming back. In the crazy rush of the city where people are moving miles a minute and the tall scrapers above enclose you, you get a rush. The rush of feeling fast, powerful confident. Through this rush you also see beauty all around, whether it be taking a stroll in Central Park, walking around Washington Square Park and listening to musicians or making the brave, yet beautiful, hike across the Brooklyn Bridge. Being from New York City you always had something to do, and somewhere to go. The variety of places is why I love my home so much and am proud to call it my favorite place. In New York, similarly to Berkeley, you can be anyone you want whenever you want. You can do whatever you want whenever you want. Maybe it's not the observation of the place of why it's my favorite, but rather how it affects and changes me while there, gone or just getting back.
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Sydney Julien
8/29/2017 01:46:57 pm
With the sun breaking in the window as an early, uninvited guest, I still managed to welcome him. The harsh light wakes us up and not only does the room become physically warmer, but the presence of life and love warms the room too. Plush, white blankets pull around and we arise from the second mattress to greet the day. The room is cluttered with the odd sock or T-shirt but none of the clutter is more prevalent in the stacks of books around each edge. The walls and the bed world surrounded even the TV (and the Xbox with its games) were all on the pedestals of the books. It seems fitting, seeing as the book itself was the entertainment that came before it.
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Sydney Julien
8/29/2017 01:48:55 pm
PS this was from Sydney Julien
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