Just Your Average 68-Year-Old College Freshman
The campus of our local community college sits in the next suburb over. For most of us students, it’s a short drive to the two-story, y-shaped building.
It’s a humanely engineered space that’s all glass and angles and sunlight.
It originally served as a high school with the needs of teenagers in mind. But its abundance of restrooms seemed to have anticipated us older, prostate-challenged scholars and, as a throwback to gentler times it has plenty of drinking fountains.
There are large multi-function conference rooms throughout the campus and I reserved one when my Earth-Science lab team needed a long flat surface to assemble our 5-meter (16.4 feet) geological timescale. It amazed my young partners that a lowly freshman, including them, could approach the school’s staff for special accommodations.
That may have been a lasting lesson they took away from the assignment.
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