Toay was our last full day at WJMC, and it was the best by far. We heard two very interesting speeches today. The first was about student law and our first admendment rights which was very eye opening to the restrictions imposed on student’s basic rights. The second session was a panel of interns led by the internship coorodinator at George Mason; I found it to be some helpful, but I have already held an internship so alot of the parts I already had the experience under my belt. After those two tours we headed to Capitol Hill. Union station was like nothing I have ever seen before because I am from the south so there aren’t really big train sations where you can hop on a train to someone like Boston. After Union Station I headed to the Library of Congress which I had been forward to the entire time. First off i want to say that all the buildings in DC are rediculously beautiful. So I go to the LOC and I’n trying my hardest to figure my way around this crazy place. All I orginially intended to was go in the reading room pick up a book and sit for like 20 minutes– thats when I didn’t know that you can’t go in there johnny on the spot. But, when I walk in I see some stuff about exhibits, so I think, “When in Rome…” I just breeze through these first exhibits then I decided to head up stairs to the great hall. Once I rounded the corner and saw how abosolutly stunning it was my jaw imediately dropped. The beauty and detail in the entire building cannot be descibed trough words its something that just needs to be experienced. After I took in the beauty I headed upstairs to more exhibits. I just walked into the one that was by the stairs I wandered up. Its funny how fate works in mysterous ways. I walked into the exhibit and I was like UGHHHH move icky exhibity things that you have to read and just can’t experience it personally then i looked up and saw what appeared to be books. I could only think, “SALVATION!! BOOKS! YAY!” If you haven’t already guessed I’m a huge nerd. I walk into this spiral looking thing of books and i come to find out that it is Jefferson’s private collection. As I’m walking around the spiral I see books printed from the 1500′s and up itis just amazing to me, and what else alsoamazed me was how every bookthat had a marking ribbon was marked at some place in the book it just let you know that he refered back to his books often and I just found that to be so ispiring. I continue to walk and I Monteque’s books and this just wave of emotion hits me and all of a sudden I am holding back tears. I keep going and my eyes stumble upon Homer… I lost it. I was standing in front of the greatest epics ever written which were read by on of the greatest men who ever lived. That was such a powerful and moving experience that it will last in my mind for forever.
