There is a journal underneath a bench on the south side of the Chapel. I had heard about it from one of my roommates. I went between two of my classes one afternoon and as I was sitting there, I was drawn into the bits of life profiled in the journal. It is filled with notes and poetry by students--some notes are heartbreaking, some are encouraging, some are full of the stress of college. I also realized that no one was watching me as I sat there. For once on campus, I felt almost completely alone outside. It was a rare mix of peace and solitude on a busy afternoon.