The concrete walls looming in front of me house a multitude of lecture halls, desks, chairs, and projectors, all there for the sake of teaching. Boasting gloomy architecture, the maze of stairs makes for a scene that M.C. Escher would not feel at all out-of-place in. The gloom is all too fitting, given that this is the type of place where dreams, while you can potential recognize them, can also be so quickly shattered.

As you walk calmly through those halls, you can't even begin to comprehend just what dreams each and every person you pass holds dear. They function, they live their lives, they make their daily commute, in order to come to these hallowed halls of knowledge, seeking to achieve self-actualization.

These halls give birth to ways of life, creeds, love, hope, desire.... They foster potential.

These halls serve as a meeting ground for the purpose of imparting knowledge. They serve to allow us to achieve our potential.

But most importantly, they serve beer in the student center for when you've had a really bad day.