It’s the Fall semester for the Westmont in SF crew, and this time around, I’ll be your host—Stephen Sutter. As we finish up our third week in the city and our first week of internships, things are beginning to settle down. We’ve all had some time to explore the city and see what the bay has to offer. Some of the highlights of these past weeks have included viewing the city from the top of Bernal Hill, walking around the Mission district, having community dinner, going to the first Berkley game of the season, and volunteering at the Saint Anthony Foundation. The city is full of life, and I think I can confidently say that we are all loving living it.
Here’s a slightly awkward photo of our group at Bernal Hills. I promise the quality of these photos are going to improve, just bear with me guys.
Today the last of us will leave the house to make room for the next group of students. It has been a wonderful semester, full of memories and new experiences, and I have a feeling we will all be back. So, until next time San Francisco!
The other day we had an unexpected guest! In what one might call a true “San Francisco moment” George Hunter, a former resident of the Clunie Mansion, popped in for a visit. George lived here in the early Sixties while he was a member of the psychedelic rock group, The Charlatans, one notable member being Dan Hicks. He reflected on the tight-knit community of musicians at the time, his days spent developing strobe lights in the Clunie basement, and his affinity for making artistic concert posters. What a wonderful history our house has!
One of our residents, Sara Fleming, wrote this piece while observing the peaceful National AIDS Memorial Grove located in the beautiful, and very close, Golden Gate Park.
Walking through a world of neutrals and greens is an occurrence that is ultimately surreal. The Golden Gate Park is a wondrous place to dwell and lose track of time in all of the encapsulating scenery, smells, and sensations that are present here. I found myself wandering to and fro, oblivious of the concrete city around me. In the midst of a thick cluster of trees, I came across a large boulder, smooth and cool from the moisture in the air. It beckoned me to sit upon its shiny gray surface. While I was sitting, I took a minute to close my eyes and take in all of the scenery that was not exclusive to sight that the park had to offer. I could hear the shuffling of leaves passing my feet on the forest floor. The precipitation of the humidity from the vegetation dripping onto the mighty rocks surrounding me epitomized tears of joy falling from heaven. My nostrils were filled with scents that can never be replicated by men; the mildewed, yet earthy scent of the soil, the sweetness of fresh nectar, the crisp green smell of the trees. I ran my fingertips over the multitude of different surfaces, letting them gain sensory experience. The rock was grainy, the soil was wet, the bark was coarse, and the list goes on and on. It was, and is a magnificent location to be enveloped in. When I am here, I only just begin to realize the expansive nature of the creator of the entire earth, the place that we are blessed enough to call our home.
As any WSF student will tell you, we spend a lot of time on the Muni. Here are some English majors (Kathryn Schulyer, Madison Frambes, and Niki Blois) making the most of their morning commute. (Photo by Meredith Hug)