Hofstra Hall Research Paper

Sitting outside on a park bench on a humid Tuesday afternoon, one can see a majestic view of a white building, a building reminiscent of the times it was built in. A time when buildings and life were large. A building that houses offices, once housed a family. A structure that hears business today, once heard laughter and cries around the holidays. Hofstra Hall sits miniscule amongst the shadow of the Axinn Library today, but once was a sign of strength and security. A sign of the past, sits in the middle of the present. Hofstra Hall stands white and proud, a symbol of the strength and staying power of the University. Once a far-off Long Island part of New York University, now is the center and focal point of Hofstra University. It is a Tuesday afternoon, shortly after one o’clock, and the air is thick with humidity. People walk to and from classes, with a hustle in some steps, and a carelessness in others. A black cat runs across the black and red brick-laden plaza. Clouds roll by allowing for sun to penetrate through the space. Tree leaves and branches bend slightly as the wind rustles through. An American flag sits about twenty feet from the entrance. It moves

You hear the occasional pump of the gas of a tractor trailer big-rig rolling along on Hempstead Turnpike. Friends pass me by as I sit here, and we exchange a friendly hello. Many girls walk the plaza with Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts cups in hand. People walk in and out of Hofstra Hall racing to another class or job. Bees fly from flower to flower, pollinating the late bloomers. A man from the postal service walks up with many packages on his trolley. He takes the one off of the top, and walks into the building. He emerges a few moments later package-less and goes about on his route. Others around me, also sitting on benches, have their face buried in laptops and notepads, doing homework, and completing