Samantha Abby
9 September, 2013
English Composition
Staircase
Stretching three stories tall, it winds, and twists, and turns with a certain, silent power. Its size is enough to prove its grandeur, and magnificent importance. It is the view from many of the second and third floor classrooms, and it looks out of windows that stretch from floor to ceiling onto a courtyard of lush green grass and woven stone paths. At its base, it guards the students who study there, whom of which are completely unaware of its true significance. It is the spine of the entire building. Creating support, and access to the rest of the body of the campus. The flow of traffic is typically never more than a slow trickle of students, moseying back and forth from their classes throughout the day. The maintenance take much time to keeps the steps clean, and intact, day after day, as they become less and less relevant. And I sit here at its foot, looking it over, slowly remembering the real relevance it possesses. And I realize the journey to the top won't be easy. But nothing the staircase symbolizes is. And those who drive to go all the way to the top will need energy and knowledge to accomplish it. I understand that I have to find the same ambition, as I take the first steps back up to my class. More ambition that I originally thought I had before observing the staircase. And I'm not even trying to reach the very top. Yet.