It was noon. The sun was right over my head. I was at the Huser Field for the Women’s Soccer Match. The sun was as hot as the fire itself. Desperate for some shadow and breeze, I decided to go to the nearby Bryan Lake. It was my comfort place thousands of miles away from home.
The tranquility of the lake granted me the escape I required from reality. It never loses its exquisiteness; the reason why it is the ideal solution for any distressing time in my life. I sat on the rough seats admiring the sky as the colorful birds flew over my head. The shockingly blue sky was too flawless to possibly be real. The whooshing breeze raced through my hair influencing the trees to move forward and backward, influencing me to feel that I was not the only one on the lakeshore. The earthy scent of the lake reminded me of my youth.
The lake was as silver as the flames of diamond, and the surrounding environment was very quiet. But the lake was very different from this on the 23rd August, 2018. A couple of days ago, more than 200 first year undergraduates began their scholarly journey at Lyon College. To make them feel at home, Lyon facilitated Weeks of Welcome (WOW), a week-long program. New students competed for a raft-race according to the tradition.
I have completed a variety of group works in the past. However, this one was unquestionably the most intriguing among every one of them. From the beginning, I was thrilled to hear that the Year One class would make its yearly cardboard raft. We were gathered into groups of a few people, and our challenge was to make a cardboard raft only with cardboards, duck-tapes, and paint. Additionally, the raft must have the capacity to fit two individuals and to carry them securely across the Bryan Lake. This made the task exceptionally difficult as building a water vessel out of cardboard is no simple mission.
Fortunately, I had some great members, and we arranged everything exceptionally well. This helped us to complete the task on time. We made it as well as it could be expected to be. After designing the outline, the rest was simple.
I learned how to make a group project work. I had been in groups where I had to deal with finishing the whole project myself, or with only one other individual. It was vital that everybody in the group does their part, and everybody did in this project.
“Ding Dong! Ding-Dong”
Hearing the bell of the Lyon building, I came back to reality. It’s time to leave. I looked back at the lake one more time. Truth be told, nature happens to be the best cure of all. It feels like the wonderful white birds, dazzling blue and white sky, the bouncing leaves, and the white will never stop to amaze me.