The 'compromised ray of sunlight' --to borrow from my favorite line in The Hours by Michael Cunningham--that managed to peek through the dusty,huge, open windows in the Main Library assaulted me with a wave of nostalgia. It conjured up a gymnastics of blissful, yet horrible, memories of preparing for impossible exams i had to take before in the mighty UP College of Engineering. The Main Library always appealed to me more despite having a full-blast airconditioning system in the Engineering Library - yes, the Main Library in UP Diliman maintains an atmosphere just natural for the naturally, albeit poor, intellectual.
Yesterday afternoon, i decided to study for my Microeconomics midterms in the Main Library. I realized our apartment offered too much comfort that i might not be able to resist the inviting promise of my bed. I found myself later in the Social Science section poring over Nicholson's unfriendly discussion of the the better effects of taxing income rather than taxing goods and services. Leafing through my notes, i felt a disturbing presence - that stubborn itch to divert my attention to gaze at the imposing cabinets of books that stood witness to my struggles during my undergrad years; wander at the well-polished narra tables and seats perfectly ergonomic to relieve a breaking spine; and listen to the delicate rustling of bamboo leaves that seemed to gossip over the carefree lovers dating in mossy benches along the pathway.
Barely two chapters in my reading, i heard an incessant clanking of a bell - a commanding sound to alarm us that the library was closing. Walking past the usual inspection of bags and books by familiar librarians and Ilonggo security guards, i left the library with a load of convoluted emotions only later appeased by the realization that it was indeed, really nice to be back - for today, I will study again at McDonald's.
Yesterday afternoon, i decided to study for my Microeconomics midterms in the Main Library. I realized our apartment offered too much comfort that i might not be able to resist the inviting promise of my bed. I found myself later in the Social Science section poring over Nicholson's unfriendly discussion of the the better effects of taxing income rather than taxing goods and services. Leafing through my notes, i felt a disturbing presence - that stubborn itch to divert my attention to gaze at the imposing cabinets of books that stood witness to my struggles during my undergrad years; wander at the well-polished narra tables and seats perfectly ergonomic to relieve a breaking spine; and listen to the delicate rustling of bamboo leaves that seemed to gossip over the carefree lovers dating in mossy benches along the pathway.
Barely two chapters in my reading, i heard an incessant clanking of a bell - a commanding sound to alarm us that the library was closing. Walking past the usual inspection of bags and books by familiar librarians and Ilonggo security guards, i left the library with a load of convoluted emotions only later appeased by the realization that it was indeed, really nice to be back - for today, I will study again at McDonald's.
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Love it, Kuya John! Haha.
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