Guilty Pleasures

One of the best parts about being a college student is having access to the library. That's right, I'm a book junkie.
One of the best parts about going to a liberal arts school (that specializes in BFA degrees in dance, musical theatre, and acting) is the fact that the school library has absolutely nothing to do with books. The better part of our school library is taken up by people singing showtunes, rehearsing steps for African Dance class, and preparing monologues— all of which are not quiet activities. Our library would be more well-suited if the bookshelves were removed and pianos were put in their place.

You've all heard me complain about the noise level in the library before, but one of my guiltiest pleasures while trapped in this godforsaken place is snooping around the industrial printer and picking up other people's papers— it keeps me sane. These papers boost my ego; they make me feel incredibly intelligent. The best part about most of these papers is the fact that they don't make any sense at all; did anyone in this school pass the grammar section in third grade? If this is my competition in the real world, I'm bound to be one of the most successful people in history.

A passage from one of the papers I recently read, in all its glory:
"I think that wone of the points the author was really trying really hard to make was the point of being comfortable with oneself in pubic. How cant you walk of the house in the morning without being wholesomely confident in you!!?"

I can't even begin to dissect this. I especially enjoy the part about being comfortable with yourself in pubic.

Kudos to me.

The Library that Could

As I type this, sitting in the library at school, an interesting thought has come upon me.

I look to my left, and an overweight girl is undressing while boisterously laughing with her friends about how she resembles Grizabella from the musical Cats. I look to my right, and there is a group of dance majors using a radiator for balance as they prepare for a midterm in dance class. I look straight ahead— a group of four giggly girls and one overly outrageous boy discuss the relevance of photos posted to a friends' facebook page.

What do all of these things have in common? It really doesn't matter. What does matter is the fact that I am in the library, and all of these people have a blatant disregard for civility. Where is one supposed to go in order to study if the library is full of people dancing, laughing, and talking on the phone?

I believe that this library is just simply a hidden metaphor for a society that has completely gone to shit. I wonder if things like this happen downtown in the NYU Law Library…