Bench in front of Carnegie:

Thin:

As I sit on a brown hard bench, five feet of grey separates me from a field of lush green grass that stands about two inches tall. There are about ten different trees in front of me that are all different shapes and sizes. The tree about ten feet in front of me is the tallest and thickest tree. Its branches probably reach forty feet, the leaves look like one inch spheres on a thin vein; there is about ten of these spheres on each side of the leaf. The tree branches and leaves slowly move up and down, left to right. There is a shade under the tree; despite a bright yellow blinding circle that is to the left of the tree. It appears to be only fifty feet away. Studying it makes me eyes water so I focus my attention to the little white round flowers beyond the grey blocks. The one inch flowers are scattered around the tree. They have little one millimeter petals, a bug that is approximately the same size as the actual flower sits atop of one. To the right a stone rectangle sits on the grass. It is approximately a foot tall and a dirty white color. On top of this rectangle is darker rectangle that is around two inches thick and about two inches longer, so that it hangs over the side. Two unidentifiable shapes sit on top of the rectangles. The plaque on the block reads “DUO”.

Thick:

I sit on a brown hard bench, five feet of grey walkway that hundreds of students use to get to class, separates me from a field of lush green grass. The grass stands only two inches tall; someone has recently mowed it. There are about ten trees in front of me that were all probably planted at different times throughout the college’s history. The tree in front of me has probably seen thousands of students pass as it is the tallest and oldest in appearance. Its branches look like hands climbing up a rope. The weather today is the best that I’ve seen in days. It is only slightly windy, and the bright sun that finally came out to play looks like a juicy orange. Though it seems like I could grasp it in my hands, I know it is truly millions of miles away. The ultraviolet rays hurt my eyes so I focus my attention to a shaded area that is created by the trees branches. Little white flowers line up underneath the shade along the sidewalk. They are so tiny, yet they can hold the weight of a bug that is almost the same size. If the bug was in closer proximity and if I wasn’t in such a good mood I would have probably squashed it. To the right of the old tree there is a green sculpture of a women’s torso bending down on the left side of a cement block. One the right side is a dark rock that looks as though it has been sliced in an angled half with a samurai sword. The two halves of these objects truly make a questionable duo.