On Wednesday I had my next-to-last bit of schoolwork to do for the fall quarter. I just had to finish writing something and submit it, and I’d be done with the class. Of course, writing doesn’t always excite me, even if it does turn out well enough in the end. So I ended up taking all afternoon to finish it, sprinkling other things in between bouts of typing. Eventually I got tired of just sitting around, so I decided to take a walk and see what interesting places I could find where I hadn’t been before in RIT’s academic buildings. I went through buildings 17 and 9, explored the upper floors of 7A and 7B, then crossed to building 1. I tried going higher up in the administration tower than I’d been before, which took a few minutes to figure out. In the lobby area I noticed that inside one of the triangular brick corners there was a little room with its door propped open and a chair inside. I didn’t look inside, but made a mental note to check on it later. Then I headed back through the new part of building 9, which I explored in a previous post. When I got back, I pulled up the building floor plans on the web site. There I pondered the arrangement of building 1, where there are a few single-flight staircases and a couple more that skip a floor, each going through those triangular areas. Sure enough, I also found that little room, though I found no evidence of its purpose. I also looked at the SAU, and noticed that in the basement there’s a long empty hallway that doesn’t go very many places. I checked it out in person on Friday, but alas, it was locked and full of tables.
I’m sure that was a boring paragraph, but it was fun for me, at least.
Cher: You sound so much like a little kid, at times…
Tim: It’s fun to have fun once in a while.
Tim: I refuse to kill off my inner child.
Having finished my last bit of schoolwork on Thursday, I was free of any responsibilities today. I decided to take my old textbooks from this quarter and last spring to the bookstore’s buyback place. I wasn’t in a hurry, so I decided to take a different route to school, namely… one I’d never been on before that I made up as I went along. I tried to avoid roads I’d been on before, to maximize the amusement and rate of information intake. It was fun to see what else was out there in the more country areas. There were plenty of farms and fewer houses than around home or toward the city. At one point I pondered whether to turn or not, but spied a big hill in the distance and decided to keep going. It was indeed a big hill, at least by local standards. It’s always fun when you can’t see what’s on the other side until you get to the top and then go flying down. This reminds me of last winter just after Christmas when we visited a few places on our way back from seeing my Ithaca grandparents. We took the cross-country route, which included lots of hilly roads for my mom’s enjoyment. Anyway, I found my way to Scottsville road, went south until I found the bridge across the river, and then came back north to arrive at RIT from the opposite direction from the usual. 