mardi, août 24, 2004 I, Nerd - I hung out a lot in the library during my undergraduate days. Those days (oh, to be younger that this would not count as a reminisce!) the library entrance was situated at a special 5th floor entrance, which you had to climb up one level from the "common" 4th floor. Then you would walk down two storeys, to the 3rd floor, where all the books were kept, thinking (for the upteenth time to yourself) how ridiculous the system was that you had to climb up 2 storeys to go down one.On the third floor, where the bookshelves are - row by row, they would swing by as you walked past them, smelling vaguely of musty books being slowly eaten by silverfish, mixed with a rusty whiff of metal bookshelves. You would take your seat (choosing between the uncomfortable floppish brown, square-ish chairs with a huge seat, or the equally uncomfortable small, tight, black chair with less cushion) and stare into the huge blankness of the wooden table division, reading yourself for the gruelling mugging session you planned for yourself. No more. Now, the library looks like some coffee hangout place, complete with light pine-brown shelves, modern browsing chairs, and tables with shoulder-high divisions. Nope - the library now looks like... like it's been remodelled.
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