It’s finals week – I have three exams to study for, at least four papers to write, and a ton of backlogged homework to do – so I am going to make this short and sweet.
I’m not a library person, not at all. It’s a rare day when you will see me sitting in a place that’s actually made for studying with real books and what not. I much prefer to sit in the comforts of my luxurious apartment living room with my TV, microwave, and bed very close by. Yet there comes a time every semester when certain evils become necessary. In the last week I have spent more time in the library than I probably have in all of the past three years. Why? The library changes during projects week.
If you don’t know, projects week is the hell week before finals week when you become estranged from your bed, leave any sort of healthy eating habits far behind you, and do all that you can to pull yourself together enough to give the half dozen presentations that you have. Really, projects week is far worse than actual finals week because you have a truck load of pages to write all while still working and going to class. We keep our heads down, try to plow through, and cross our fingers that we’re doing our internal citations correctly.
So here I am, in the library, trying to keep my mind, body, and eyes focused enough to crank out another A-grade assignment. Thus the question is, what makes me trudge on to campus at 11pm in the blistering winter wind? Trust me, it’s not because of tradition or convenience; not because of the free popcorn or the printer access. I come to the library because of the sense of community.
I know, it sounds weird, but hear me out. We all sit here stressed out and anxious, wondering if its been longer since we ate, slept, or showered. We read articles with big words and try to write using even bigger ones. We try to make it through the mountain of work that we have, one hour at a time. Yet, we do it with the understanding that we are not alone.
Here in the library you are surrounded by groups working together, friends supporting each other, and fellow Britons motivating you. In a weird way, its a really nice thing. It doesn’t matter who you are – Greek or non-Greek, pre-med or philosophy – we all come together in the back of the stacks, in the bridge, in the basement of Mudd and that’s the important thing: that we come together. It’s really a wonderful thing.