College, Part 1

So when I was 19, I finally decided it was time to start University. I chose Guilford College in Greensboro, North Carolina. The campus was pretty, the weather was mild, and the Quakers seemed to have a good outlook on life.






























My first two years at Guilford were fun but difficult. I was not used to living in the United States, and I found it hard to really connect to people who had so much in common from having spent their childhood and high school years in similar places. Still, I found a good group of friends, and I spent lots of time exploring the beautiful lake and woods that covered two thirds of my school's campus.


























See, that's me in the woods.



























And this is a bench by the lake in the winter time.

Of course, I went to classes sometimes, and they were usually in this part of the campus:



























The buildings at Guilford are very pretty. They are all made out of red brick, and they all have lots of grass and trees that surround them. I studied French and Art History at Guilford College, but since it is a Liberal Arts school, I also took classes in a broad range of subjects. Some classes I took outside my main fields of study included Chemistry, Psychology, Daoism, U.S. History, Political Philosophy, Beethoven, German, and the Science of Wine.