This morning, driving to work, I called Doug and said "you know what I love about my job?"
And I told him how I love driving on Fourth Street and scoping out the firemen at the fire station every morning. I'm not dead, y'know? All of us gals know that firemen are always cutie-patooties!
Then as I walked into my building...see photo- below. (I pulled all of these photos for this post off of the web- the photo below looks as if it was taken in winter.) I enter at the end of the building and this hill may not seem steep, but it is. I love walking so hard and fast that my heart pounds. Well, I love doing that now. When I first started working here and rushing up the hill and my heart would pound...well, ...it scared me. It scared me to the point of going to the doctor and having my heart checked out. (My doctor said this is why more men die of heart-attacks than women because we listen to our bodies.) All is well with my ticker. Good to know. It was just letting me know that it was working.
|walking up this hill until my heart pounds|
(photo credit indy.com)
This is my first academic year at the law school. The students are eager and show up in suits. I arrived at the law school just as the academic year was ending. Thus far I've noted that both staff and professors are laid back and friendly. Rather informal. Not certain if that will change once school begins.
I love being within walking distance to these gates- the famous Sample Gates. The center of campus. This is an area pulsing with action and energy.
|famous Sample gates|
(photo credit iub.edu)
|looking down Kirkwood|
(photo credit law.indiana.edu)
|Monroe County Public Library|
(photo credit indianpublicmedia.org)
|Starbucks on Indiana Avenue|
(photo credit: Janiece)
When you walk into this Starbucks the first thing you smell is coffee. The second thing you smell is books. Pages to be exact. Pages, people, not electronic devices. You smell books and newspapers. The smell of coffee and paper is a heavenly aroma in my opinion.
Speaking of smells- aromas, this is another part of what I love about my job. This time of year especially- the smell of books and leather briefcases and anticipation. Anticipation of a new school year, parties, classes, football games. I have worked in a university setting for nearly twelve years and I love it. I love the students. My own children were students at one time. I was a student at one time. I have no patience for those who say they hate the students. Go find a job somewhere else if you hate the students. The students are the reason we are here.
You know what they say..."location, location, location." I've got it!