On Saturday July 14, I woke up about 920 which happened the same time I had to embark on a journey to College...tour. Harvard,the oldest college in America, was being stowed upon us as we ventured through the quiescence magnificent gates. We began by heading to the visitor centor for Q & A from students currently enrolled in the College. After half an hour of being in deep concentration, we finally began our walking tour. Not much information was noteworthy exceptfor the history of the John Harvard statue. The statue was 1) not actually John Harvard, and 2) the College started in 1636. With the end of the tour, we had to leave for the beach. After a monatonous 45 minute train ride to Rockport beach, we all awoke to see the beach in the distance. As we scurried through the side streets we finally arrived to the sandy dunes created by the Atlantic. Quickly we jumpeded in to find the water temperture to be slightly freezing. Some of the group decided to swim to the
dock off in the distance. Others tanned underneath the copious rays of sunshine. I tried to play 500 in the ocean but unfortunately waters cohesiveness led me to lose every game, completely ignoring the fact that I am horrid at frisbee all together. After a couple hours of R&R, we headed out to dinner in groups. I went to eat at Blacksmith's, which served a wide variety of seafood. My friends and I decided we had stumbled across one of the worst eating experiences in our life. Though
Jake and Matt both experienced a funnier dinner outing. Jake, being from Missouri had never had lobster before, so he ordered a live one for about $13. He and Matt quickly ran around town trying to find a resturant to cook the lobster. After several tries,he became frustrated and even tried selling his lobster to random bystanders. But luckily, they found an understanding resturantwhich cooked his lobster just to let him try it. After dinner, we started a game of football which we played till dusk. Sadly,we then took the train home and first thing I did when we arrived back at Emerson was hit the sack.
SUNDAYYYYYYY
Sundays are days that precede mondays defining them as dreadful and unanticipated. But this Sunday was one of a kind. After a well night's rest, we woke up around 10-1, ate brunch, and got ready to go to our own museums. I headed to the Museum of Sports in the Garden. Most of the group seemed unexcited to look at pictures of the past. But our impressions we're mistaken. When we got to the top of the garden, we walked through a doorway and we realized we were in club seating. This was the exact
place where the Celtics had won the NBA finals. Our adrenaline was rushing through our veins. We came across a question. Should we go down to the court? or just examine it and avoid trouble. Easy answer. As we strolled down to the bottom, we noticed that security was minimal. We got so excited we even played a fake pick-up game on the court. Then we saw an opening, which we figured was the opening to the locker room. We ran towards it. We found something incredible. The hoop which was in the finals. Kobe Bryant dunked on this rim. We basked in the glory of this rim. Then we went on with our exploration for the locker room. After some twists and turns, we arrived at a door with the Bruins logo on it. Unfornately, it was locked. But then on our right, there was an open door.
The visiting team locker room. We all ran through the room jubilantly, screaming, kissing the benches. We walked on, and found the Celtics locker room. That was also locked. But like the first time, we found the visiting team locker room. This was the same room where the lakers were weeping after losing the championship. After a while of chilling in the rooms, we went back to the top and walked into the sportcaster seats. Suprisingly, the beverages were left inside of the machines. Soon after, we left back to Emerson. Me and some friends then played an intense game of basketball, which my team lost composure near the end. Following dinner at Emerson, we left to go to the Skywalk at the Prudential building. 50 floors above ground level, we stood examining the vast city of Boston and the history that came to create it. After a while, we left to head home. On the train ride, we met an interesting fellow. He advised us to "put the chicken in a strong hold". So with that information, I decided to get Cold Stone. After a delicious dessert, I came back to Emerson and slept away my weariness.
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