"Where the #%@$ is Arcadia?!?!?!?"

So, this is what my "CSUF at Night" column should have been about, but instead I was more serious. I should have talked about this crazy night me and Christiana had! I swear we are not "on anything," we're just freakin' delirious and like many of us have done before... try to make somethin' of a crappy situation...

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This was my column for Scauzillo on "CSUF at Night..." Do you feel the same or no??

I have spent hundreds upon hundreds of nights here at Cal State Fullerton. The campus is perfect at night—still, calm—there is no hustle and bustle of students and no bicyclists zipping by you.

Inside, night classes are still in session, but the hallways are quiet. The cafes are closed and in the library you hear only computer keys and the custodial staff’s large trash bin’s rolling around as they move from bathroom to bathroom. Outside, you get to walk through massive puddles as the sprinklers bathe the sidewalks and you can smell jasmine in the air. This is funny, considering I am not a fan of the outdoors.

When someone asks me if I want to go camping, I often find myself smirking and saying, “Only at the Marriott.” Then we both laugh. But, there is nothing like a warm California breeze at night. If you suffer from weird “temperature swings,” this is the perfect weather for you.

Most often, this reflects my typical evening at Fullerton. I have always taken night classes so I am not a stranger to late nights on campus. Some girls do not feel safe walking around by themselves, but my safety has never been questioned.

I am not scared of the dark. I am not scared of flickering lights in a hallway when you are the only one walking down a long corridor in the basement of the Communications building. I am not scared of the mile hike I have to make across campus to get to my car or the three streets I often cross and know so well.
I will miss my late night walks. After fourteen hours in the library some days, I look forward to packing up my things before the doors close at 10:30 p.m. and getting that first “whiff” of fresh air when I leave. Weighed down with books and feeling pretty gross from many hours staring at my computer screen, this is the part I look forward to the most.

I will miss the voice of the street walking signal that counts down the number of seconds you have to walk across before the traffic light turns red. On these late nights, this often the only voice you hear at Cal State Fullerton. When I reach my car, I always find myself taking one last deep breath of that jasmine air before I begin my journey back home.

What can I say? I find pleasure in the small things.