Coming to the undergrad library (UGL, for code) is an experience I look forward to.

Why?

I’m not certain. I’ve thought about it in a number of ways. There’s some sort of fishbowl quality that’s alluring. All these quibbles and trivialities come to surface. There’s talk of dorm life. There’s not near as much as studying as there is socializing.

And, there’s a café in the basement. Sunlight peers in. People move in and out. There’s a tad bit of noise, I’d say it’s about an airport most of the time–somewhere in the middle–on the scale of the hallowed Library of Congress Main Reading Room being the quietest place I’ve ever cracked a book and your busy metropolitan Starbucks being the loudest place I would think to attempt reading.

There’s very little problem with coming here. There’s anonymity. I only run into people I know who wanted to hide out, anyway. It’s like the old joke that Baptists never recognize one another in the liquor store. A simple “hello” or wave will suffice, but it’s not necessary. Some people might later whisper that they saw you there. Maybe not. We came over here to avoid the omen shadowing over BLS 2-3 weeks before exams.

For now, there is no omen in my studies. Hence, I blog. But, as I finish this post, I return to updating outlines and hoping that I can keep up the good work. This quarter and the next are my best prospect for the best grades I could possibly make in law school.

I’ve got less than 10 months left of this journey. It’s been a ride, to be sure. The ride will pick up soon, then it will be over.

Well, I should get back to doing what I came here for: trying to make sense of large quantities of law-related information, interrupting every now and then to look up and marvel at the revolving door that is the UGL.