The Weeks Bridge Benches may seem like an odd place to contribute, seeing as many students pass them by every day. But when I found myself here this past summer, having been kicked out of my home, they were a place of comfort for me. Almost every night I went there to quiet the questions swarming in my head-- the cognitive dissonance I was fighting, coming and going from a loving home to a then hostile one. Those benches facing the flowing water and floating ducks, back turned to the busy campus and street, offered me a nearby escape. I think its permanence was what calmed me. Its consistency was comforting; the river was not going anywhere, the moon in the night sky was nearly always visible, the breeze was calming, and the ducks and geese were a nice touch to the atmosphere. I found myself finally able to think through things that I was suppressing during the day because of it. It was a time for me and my emotions to be raw.
