About the dorm -- 6/30 D'C

     What would you look for when you are about to apply a school? Environment? Academic support? Or security? For me, that would be dormitories. Dorm might be the place where you spend most of time in school, but of course, except you have some intensive infatuation with study and sleep in the library.  Therefore, today I want to talk about my dorm with both my photos and words.

     Firstly, I admit one of the most important reason of talking about my dorm is that I did not have much time to take photos at somewhere else after school. This two days are busy and boring, but dorms are not. I am sure someone sits behind the screen has the same interest in dorms as I do. When I applied to Cheshire Academy at the beginning, I thought every dorm would be like Motter and Markin with beautiful white walls and little lawn in front of the gate. However, nothing from the dorm that I was assigned filled my expectation at first. I live in Hurley--the oldest and the smallest one.  Look at the photo, you can see how the color of bricks faded through hundreds of year. Sometimes during the windy day, I was afraid we would all fly over the campus with our grandma dorm. Everyone lives in Hurley has heard some ghost stories. They are about the ghost in white dress, the ghost did not sleep in the middle of the night, or the ghost who went to bathroom in the dark. Apparently, we all know there are no ghosts at all, and all of those funny stories were led by Hurley's oldess and and creaked floor. That was also why I chose to take the picture on the steps. I specially put both the wall and steps into my photo to express its ages.

     I was sad and worried the first time standing in my own room. "This is ridiculous. How can I live in this small space!" I stood in the middle of my room and thought. Beds,desks, and drawers, and that's all. Nancy and I even bought our own wardrobes. However, things are always changing, include attitude. I don't know when exactly I started to accept my little room. Maybe it was when the sunshine poured through windows in the afternoon, and golden everything with quietness, or maybe it was when I made lots of good friends in the dorm and talked together as family. Suddenly, I found myself less complaining, and start to like this old building.  Yesterday, when the light came in again and shown me my favourite scene of the day, I picked up my camera and turned to the window. You can see I put my orange jam on the windowsill, and near it is the food can I brought from home. Hurley is a small dorm, but just because of that, it shortened the distance between us. We live together on a single floor and got use to everyone's habits. Now, we are getting close to the end of the year. I don't know if I am gonna miss this period of time, but I do want to keep these meaningful moments with my cameras, as a part of my irreplaceable memories.

     My friend has told me: "The most interesting part of getting to a new place is not about how great it is. It is about who it is going to lead you to, and what you are going to get through." I think that is true, and you know what else I just found out? When I look into the camera lens, everything seems memorial.