bio 214

there is something about this room that just speaks to me, whispers old, musty, ideologically entrenched public university. but the way the sun streams in is something, yes? and the curtains too, covered in fall leaves.

you can't tell but the walls are lined in panels of all different kinds of wood, the tree neatly named at the bottom with a plaque.

the chairs in the back are always in this state of disarray. the clock is disconnected, bare wires stick out of the open hole where it once lived. the number is painted on the door: 214. the tables have drawers in them like desks.

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this is my conservation biology classroom. i don't feel at home anywhere here, because nowhere wants to take me for what i am, but i like it in this room. it's different than lbj: it embraces history, learning, collective wisdom and growth. there are up and downsides.