Creative Writing: Dalhousie University

I gathered my belongings that consisted of my navy blue, tattered notebook and my peach pink purse shoveling my iphone, wallet, and headphones somewhere within the pockets, from the black leather passenger seat of my sleek black Mercedes. I hopped out softly closing the door and ensuring I had locked it. Crossing the parking lot as more students arrived, the lot filled with numerous vehicles, some highly exquisite and others trashed and beaten. I glanced up as I took in the large university ahead of me. The contrast of the brick standing out against the white of the walls that secured the building, giving it an antique atmosphere. I strolled through the doors the most notable university, Dalhousie, known to seize numerous top ranked professors and just as capable students who dedicated their lives to achieve a successful future, well at least most of us strived

I glanced around, taking in the faded red brick wall running throughout the whole university, displaced only by doors that led to classrooms and other facilities that Dalhousie offered. Dull gray bulletin boards incorporated into the brick design, covered with colourful notices and reminders, the sheets filling up the space leaving only a few small spots left blank like a painted canvas with miniature white blotches here and there. Paintings, photographs, degrees and awards lining the brick walls that represented the university and the founders that had supported it. I dragged my hand across the brick, the rough wall reminding me of all the rough days spent trapped within these walls, constantly checking my watch for the day to