For my natrue walk, I wasn't able to go into the woods because during this time, I get really terrible allergies, and I was afraid that going into the woods would cause an allergic reaction. Instead, I used the paved sidewalk to walk next to Senior Row. I feel like the view of the two lines of trees is beautiful, even if I don't enter the actual row. This was something that I've always wanted to do since I got to Bryn Mawr's campus: just gaze at the beauty of the trees. I was so happy that I was finally able to do that through this assignment. I wonder if each tree is the same or if they are all different. I was kind of confused why these trees were not mentioned in the Bryn Mawr College Tree tour. They seem like very important trees!

Like Sunshine, I chose “Lessons from International Students on Campus Living and Classroom Learning” Because I think the experience of current Bryn Mawr students is well within our reach. We spoke briefly a few weeks ago about the advantages of documenting and archiving injustices on our campus as they happen. I think that this piece should be used as an example of how to do this kind of important documentation work. There’s a completely fabricated barrier between theoretical conversations we have in our classrooms at Bryn Mawr, and practical change we can make from those conversations. This kind of documentation is the first step in making change.

There are two things I’d like to talk about. The first is more open-ended and the second is more concrete.

 There is not a day that goes by that Bryn Mawr forgets to remind us of its beauty. After reading about the different types of trees, I began to treat each piece of Bryn Mawr enviornment like a museum, snapping various photos, wondering who brought the seeds to campus, the landscapers involved with the design, how these seeds have been preserved. There were new questions that could've been displayed in my last paper. I was not shocked to still have been bothered by the temperature and the wind. That may have reduced my level of appreciation. It's pretty nice to experience an actual fall. Back in Houston our fall is still warm... So my trip to Morriswood was very short.

I really loved how the reading emphasized how the community should learn from international students as much as international students learn from the community. I also agree with the suggestions left at the end of the article that I wonder if they have been put in place. The main question that I have is that by making the campus more diverse (hiring international faculty and other suggestions mentioned) how will rules or structure be put in place? Colleges in the US run in a very US centric way such as how teachers are addressed and how classroom discussion is conducted. Would classrooms be conducted based on a consensus of the campus or left fluid?

So, I went out to go experience the woods behind English house, Morris Woods to be exact, and at first I was very apprehensive. I did not want to go, and as I was making my way there, I felt even more unhappy about what I had to do. I went today, Monday, November 3, and as you all know the whether was actually pretty nice. when I first arrived I didn't went to go far. I actually stood at the beginning of the pathway I took and though, "This is far enough." But, I don't know what it was, maybe curiosity, that made me go further in. And as I did I began to relax and venture deeper in. I didn't sit in a tree or on the ground because I am still not that comfortable with the outdoors, but I did relax and stand on one of the stones in the pathway that I was walking and took a deep breath.

The Fall breeze wrapped itself around me while whistling a song to me. As I walk along, I can hear the leaves breaking under my feet. The sound of the crisp leaves shattering into pieces makes me recall to a time when I didn't have any worries. The only thing I had to do was to fall into a pile of leaves. But, now I'm being consumed by trees as I sit in the middle of the woods. As I look up, I begin to play peek-a-boo with the sun. Indulged in the endless game of trying to find the light through the leaves on the trees. But, some trees were more bare than others. Standing long, lean and nude as it brace itself for the powerful wind. There it goes again.

Morris woods is everything I expected it to be and more. I decided to go in the evening on Sunday and spend thirty minutes sitting and taking in the beauty of it all, and this is exactly what I did. At the time I went to the woods, the sun had just begun to set, and the setting sun was illuminating the branches and the leaves of the tallest trees in the most picturesque ways, setting off infinite shadows of leaves on the ground. Walking a bit further, I came across a massive tree that had been uprooted and lay across the ground. I decided to spend my time there seated on that trunk. I heard several birds chirping in the distance- flying to their nests for the night, I assumed.

Sitting on the wooden bench in front of English house, I am surrounded by trees and immersed in the song of a hidden bird. The tweets of the bird seem to be humdrum and bleak, not so adorable, but are especially harmonious with the whistling of the freezing air. Leaves keep falling down from the tall trees. I can’t identify what kind of trees they actually are, but I know they’re not the same species. The tree in front of me is soaring but thin. There are not many leave left, mostly on the very top of the branches. The withered leaves represent a light yellowish color, the most unique color among all the trees. Another tree beside it is more exuberant, the leaves on the tip of branches are dyed red by autumn while the leaves at the bottom are still verdant.