Discovering My Roots

Essay by icylilacCollege, UndergraduateA+, August 2007

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My alarm went off at 8:00 A.M. on Sunday April 9th. I sluggishly pulled myself out of bed and woke up my roommate Alex. Alex and I planned to go to the Philadelphia Museum of Art with our other engineering friend from Towers, Ryan. I quickly called Ryan on his cell to make sure he was awake. Then, the three of us quickly got ready, met up and started planning our route. Thus began the twenty minute walk to the Philadelphia Museum of Art (PMA). Upon arriving, we joined a huge line of people who also were trying to take advantage of the donation only Sunday policy. After waiting in line for about 15 minutes, Alex, Ryan and I made $3 donations per ticket for our admission and started exploring the museum.

We started out by checking our backpacks with security. I took my notebook out of my backpack and checked it in.

I felt that a writing utensil and a notebook would be the only things I’d need with me. This being my first trip to the PMA, I was a little surprised by the security measures that were enforced. I simply expected them to check the contents of my bag before letting me take it into the museum. However, having to leave my bag at the security desk didn’t interfere with the experience of going to the museum at all.

Finally, we started to make our way around the bottom floor, hoping to find something interesting to write about. Though I saw some interesting pieces of art, nothing grabbed me right away. We then made our way up to the second floor, in hopes of me finding something that would capture our attention. Our next stop was the tea room. I still wasn’t seeing anything that I liked.