I have set up camp in a little cubicle in the library because if I go home, I will fall asleep instead of writing this paper for my Medieval and Renaissance Drama class. Obviously, I am still not writing my paper, but at least I'm not asleep.
The library is one of the few things I love about college. I don't like the reasons that I have to go to the library (all of them being to write papers), but I like going, especially late at night. Really, I love the campus at night.
I realized this as I walked to the library from my car tonight. It's little things–how quiet and still the campus is, long shadows cast by the light of a lamppost, smoke from a cigarette swirling in the breeze. Then entering the main room of the library to see students begrudgingly working on group projects, frazzled people flipping through huge textbooks, and friends chatting between problems. As the night progresses, many pack up and leave, but those remaining move from the uncomfortable wooden chairs to the floor so they can sprawl out and maybe doze off for a second.
It just feels so very college to me–the good kind of college.
It's a nice reminder that this is a shared experience. Everyone else is in the same boat as I am.