If I had a least favorite building on campus, this was it. It's the Fine Arts Building. It has nothing to do with architecture and style. I knew if I was setting foot in here, it was for an art, theater, or music course. None of those subjects were in my wheelhouse.
Yes, I had some broadcasting courses in here, and this is the building in which I received my diploma. Not all memories are bad.
Still, I can't forgot struggling through the arts behind those walls.
