As I am writing this, I am sitting by a window in Fordham's Law School. With every chunk of words, I glance outside to see the city move as I sit still. Much like my love for the LIRR (shameless self promo: check out my LIRR article!), I love sitting by windows. I find such tranquility in this contrast between my still self and my world in movement.
But this would not be a shareable Odyssey article without some anecdotal source, would it?
My freshman year -- which was just last year -- I lived in Queen's Court. Cue the boos and stereotypes. Go ahead. Try me. I can assure you I will not fulfill your stereotype. Any who, to even my own dismay, I steered clear of Bishop's Lounge beauty. Instead, I spent a good chunk of my limited free time sitting by Robbie Two's stairwell -- the right window seat to be specific. I lounged there at noon with the sun cascading over Martyr's suffocating hallways. I lounged there at two in the morning with the night’s events leaning into drunken arms and stumbling over the concrete's smooth surface. I was there.
Not to fret, I was there for less reflective purposes. I am not that in my head. I brought many phone calls there. I FaceTimed an old friend or two there. I even Snapchatted a risqué shot of me dangling my legs and feet outside of the screen-less window. As much as I was there, my window was there for me.
Why do I say my window? I did not own that two by three space in Queen's Court, nor do I own this lounge area in Fordham's Law School. I have no say in the regulation of these objects of property. (Excuse me, I have just sat through a class on Property Law.)
What I DO have a say in is my world. I have a say in where I take myself, where I choose to sit next time. I dictate the window I choose to dangle my legs through to test the waters. I choose. And I hope you may find clarity of choice in a picturesque contrast of your own.
