Goodbye to Anderson Hall. The icon of our campus. It was so much more than creaky stairs, chipped paint, and outdated furnaces. It was the first place I ever had a class on this campus. It was the hallowed birthplace of my love for writing. It was my home. I’m proud to say that I was a part of the last year of Seniors that got to see it as it was. So now it goes on to be renovated, gutted from the inside and made anew. I can only hope they do it justice. And no matter what, it will always be my Gryffindor Common Room.
So I was just venturing through the internet as I often do and came across something called synesthesia which is ”a neurological condition in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway.”
This is really interesting to me because apparently I have said condition. Like I associate numbers with colors. And I can assign most songs a color and a temperature. And sometimes when I eat food I instantly feel a certain emotion. Apparently there’s a great variety within the disorder: some see months in a certain physical proximity, and others think of names as having a certain texture. I think it’s a pretty badass condition myself.
Few things in life make me happier than baby orangutans.