It's Sunday today and there's nothing going on in any college (except Princeton; we had a nice tour with a guide last week at Princeton), so I picked one school that didn't really catch my eye and hadn't been on my schedule before yesterday. We drove to Brown University this morning, with my mom's friend's family.
   The campus was old and had a certain "ivy" feeling hanging around, but without anyone telling us what those buildings were for, or what the school stood for, we didn't get to know the school very well.
   The buildings felt like those of Harvard, and the general arrangement of the campus were pretty identical to Harvard too. It made sense because the main study hall (and the original building of Brown) was modeled after Nassau Hall at Princeton, and Princeton looked pretty similar to Harvard to a great extent. These three colleges all had yards with metal fences and gates around. In the center of these relatively closed yards were large lawns for students to rest on. Red brick buildings were constructed so as to circle the green areas. And there's also a busy street outside these yards: for Harvard it's Harvard Square, Nassau Street for Princeton, and Thayer Street for Brown.

   I didn't get to know more about the school, but it was fun hanging around the campus with my parents, their friends, and Jason, who's my mom's friend's five-year-old son. We had a large and typical American lunch on Thayer Street.
   As we were getting stuffed by burgers, cheesesteaks, fries, and milkshakes, the waiters and waitresses at the burger place suddenly played some funny music and started to dance in front of the customers. It's traditional happy southern dance, and everybody was surprised at their performance, but it definitely added some flavor to our meal.

   In the afternoon we tried to go to an orchard and pick some apples or peaches, but it was closed on Sundays. An interesting fact I found out about America was that nearly everything was closed on Sundays, whereas in China every shop or institution opened nearly for longer hours on Sundays so as to attract more visitors who normally wouldn't have time during the weekdays. Americans relax and do nothing on Sundays, I guess, that's why there's usually Sunday brunch, a thing that I like so much but is still not used to.
   Last summer at Harvard, I got up at eight on Sunday mornings, only to found out that I missed breakfast and had to wait until Sunday brunch, which started at 11. It's basically lunch, but people woke up so late on Sundays so it was their breakfast too, that's why they called it "brunch". The foods at Sunday brunch were amazing, especially the waffles. I love waffles; they share a same place with bagels in my heart, but they were only available at Sunday brunches. I guess it's a way to wake students up on Sunday mornings, because Harvard waffles were tasty and special: It had a "veritas" in the certain, which was really Harvard. But before the waffle machines were ready, they would always be a line already long enough to go outside of the dining hall. I hate Harvard for not providing waffles during weekdays or Saturdays, but it's actually because waffles were so unavailable for most of the time, I was so in love with them.
  
   Before my stomach had fully processed all the foods I had for lunch, dinner started, and it was the most amazing meal I'd had since I came to America. I had a huge lobster. I had booked three seats for Legal Sea Foods in Boston for today's lunch two months ago, but with my family and my mom's friend's family there's no way we could make it; but the dinner made it up. The lobster was fresh and meaty, and it was tastier than shrimps or crabs. One lobster was enough for a huge dinner, not to mention the delicious Chinese food my dad cooked.
   After dinner I had a nice walk with Jason, his mom, and my parents around the community they lived in. It was a classic middle-class community in America, very peaceful and very white. People smiled at you on the road, but they didn't invite you to their parties if they didn't know you that well. There's an invisible wall existing between families, and nobody could really break it out of politeness and things like that.

   I had a wonderful day, and it's day not entirely about the school. I don't really like Brown, it's too hipster for me. I have my own type when looking for college, and I want to go to somewhere with a noble feeling that lives up to the school's name.
   Tomorrow it's Amherst and Harvard, two colleges that were top choices for Jon when he applied for college. I really can't wait to go back to Cambridge and have a nice look at the place on which I spent the most wonderful time of my life so far.

   See you tomorrow!