Monday, March 23, 2015

A Room of One’s Own Journal Response

Through the park there is a clear path, that neither tree nor bush blocks, leading to the great oak doors that contain its knowledge. It is a small building for a college library. White stone and orange brick compose the exterior. Victorian windows shoot up like the building’s several peaks. The tower containing the spiral staircase looks down at the black slanted roof. From just a glace it is clear that the building emulates a western style, something not expected from such a long established university in this country. The creators of the building made the library to spread westernization, and were successful as their building stands as a landmark of the success that comes from following western influence. Great innovators came out of this building but at what cost? Looking at the building not a drop of the original culture is painted in the architectural style. The creators saw the beginning of a new age and pushed forward, educating in the way of the new world power. Long had the country resisted, but now it was time for the educated class to have a rapid remodeling of their ways of thinking, and become more active in the ever-changing global world. Soon enough the classical ways of thinking would be backwards, but as train of innovation departed from the station of tradition, left behind was history and culture. To the creators of the library this departure was not worthy of a glace back, but to remember where one came from is always essential. With enough force the oak doors opened. 
Through the doors is a round wood reception desk. Hanging above from a dark wood ceiling is an elaborate chandelier glistening like hundreds of stars. Like the ceiling the floors and walls are made of wood. Smooth stone support pillars line the walls between each window. The floor wood moans as it adjusts to a new weight, but this is of no disturbance being a common noise for frequent visitors. The only movement is the receptionist, who looks up, nods, and returns to her book. The first floor is separated into two sections. In the back are rows of books, and in the front are couches and armchairs with coffee tables for those students who seek a place to quietly explore the pages of a novel or newspaper. Traveling to the right there is a spiral staircase climbing up the tower to the second floor, which is a large open room with rows of tables and chairs. The large windows let in beams of sunlight giving little reason for the overhead lights. The atmosphere is studious with students bending over their books and papers. The only sounds are those of typing, pages rustling, and an occasional huff. Watching the students labor over their work makes one wonder how many truly enjoy their studies. Does the girl with the economics textbook enjoy the corporate world or does the boy with the biology lab report like animals? Were their academic interest their own, or were they pushed into them? Is going to class or taking the cram school courses a pleasure or chore? For these students in the library it will take time for them to realize what their true interests are, but when they do it must be their own choice as it is important for them to seek their own happiness.

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