I’m contemplating whether this school is a place of education, or an industrial work site. Since the begging of this school year, construction is all I’ve seen. I’m going to admit that I’m a little sick of dodging bulldozers and bucket loaders on my way to class. And with the glorious view out my window, all I can see are mounds of dirt and deep trenches. Sometimes I think that I’m not at school at all, but in some bunker fighting a battle. In my dorm room, all I hear is the sound of incessant beeping from construction equipment moving in reverse. It also doesn’t seem to matter what time of day it is, the construction workers will always have a use for their pneumatic grinder, which produces a sound equivalent to a thousand fingernails being scratched against a chalk board. As I write this, my ears are currently being punished by the intrusive sound of that tool. I think it would have been great if this all could have been taken care of before we arrived here. I understand that these changes will be for the better, and in time I will appreciate and enjoy them. But that’s hard to see that right now; maybe because a simple thing, like holding a conversation, now involves shouting at the top of your lungs to overpower the noise of the construction. I’m sure it will be just fantastic when it’s finished, and I understand why all this is being done; to provide for a more “natural” or “green” atmosphere around campus. It just seems interesting that we are spending incredible amounts of money, to look “natural.”