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I visited in August. It was amazing. As I drove over the George Washington bridge I didn't know what to expect, but was pleasantly surprised by the charm of Columbia. Imagine an Ivy league university nestled in the heart of Harlem (It made me laugh considering the pristine and expansive campuses of Harvard or Yale and how Columbia blatantly disowns them and their pomp.) As I passed through the gates chills went down my spine, I realized I was walking the same path that Ginsburg, Hughes and Kerouac strode everyday as they made their way to their morning classes, and that I too could possibly follow in their footsteps. The sun was shining like a white hot marble and I imagined that most days in the city during summer would be similar. The School itself was beautiful, and the students themselves seemed comfortable walking to and fro in their flip flops and shorts. I was fascinated by a student in particular who was laying in the grass on his back, while pigeons skirted across his body eating bread crumbs he had spread about him. I seemed tempted myself to join him, and forget the man and all his rules, just lay in the hot, hot sun and feed the pigeons. Columbia.
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