UCF Due to My Passion for Architecture I Enrolled at Yale University Essay

Years ago, a former student of mine was a teaching assistant for Vincent Scully, the legendary Professor of Architectural History at Yale University. He wrote me a letter describing the route from Mr. Scully’s office to the lecture hall…the “march” or procession.

I think of my own bi-weekly “march” as I make the journey from my home to the college campus. Leaving the quiet, moon-lit streets, under the towering, oak tree silhouettes, of the residential neighborhood to the awakening bustle of Gulf-to-Bay Blvd. Across the Courtney-Campbell Causeway, where osprey are eating their morning catch on the light poles, and an occasional dolphin swims by as the sun rises over downtown Tampa and Venus fades away in the eastern sky. What surprises will the construction on Interstate 275 bring, with its ever-changing lanes and exit closures. Fowler Avenue is awake now with early bird commuters but then I turn into the USF Campus Main Entrance and through the temenos, that sacred grove of trees, where the everyday pragmatics of the real world are left behind and the academy welcomes creative thought.

Post a description about some of your everyday rituals and your own “marches” to school, to work, to the grocery store, etc.