Welcome to Crossroads!
Crossroads College is a tiny Christian college that Mayo is subsidizing and renting to Summer III's coming from out of town. It's hedged in by trees on all sides and has a smallish pond where you can catch glimpses of turtles and frogs. There's also a llama farm next door, too. (That part gets smelly on the plentiful hot, humid days.)
From what I've heard about the previous accommodations for S3's, it is much nicer and safer. Numerous co-workers have remarked to me about the other place being a "dump" and a very unsafe place..."A girl shouldn't walk alone over there" in that upper NE area of Rochester. To a girl who grew up in the suburbs of San Francisco and goes to college in Los Angeles, it's laughable. I think about my memories of sirens and the blue and red flashing lights surrounding the drug house down the street from my childhood home. I think of going into the Tenderloin of S.F. and seeing filthy souls dying on the sidewalk, lying under newspapers and men with PTSD hopping out of bushes and yelling at passersby. Then I think of the horrendous stories of some of my closest friends who grew up in inner-city L.A. Gunshots, drug busts, prostitution, holding a dying friend who got shanked in a parking lot. Crime is relative...To a predominantly upper middle class population, a few potheads, thefts, and beatings must seem scary.
Wow! That took a depressing turn, but then again, that's reality. Now, back to Crossroads...Below are a few pictures of the townhouse. There were six girls living in the townhouse, each with our own room, which provided enough privacy to do our own thing and get sleep when we worked different shifts. It had a living room, kitchen, bathrooms, and washer/dryer. I'm kinda embarrassed to show you just how bare my room is! I figured I'd forgo the frills for practicality. I could only take two pieces of checked luggage so, after considering my options, I thought clothes were more essential. I didn't count on spending too much time in my room, anyways!
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| The side of my townhouse. |
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| My one window |
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| The desk and chair where all the typing happens. |
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| Closet |
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| The Zumbro River parallels a lot of the trail system that goes past Crossroads. I like to run there because it's very peaceful and away from cars. |
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