Walking through those glorious stacks just kills me. Every time. They have super old leather bound volumes. They have brand new books about relevant literary topics. I swear I paid only $.15 for a bottle of water. The coffee is better at the Panera nearby than in Lameburg. It takes everything I have in me to come here and look at all the people and the books and the grand entrance way into the library filled with earnest-looking students and not want to kill myself. Why did I end up at Evangelical University? I have to think there was a reason, otherwise, I would seriously kill myself for picking a school with half the books that are contained on one floor of one library in university of my dreams. I’m going to continue sipping on the better coffee and get some work done.
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