Where Fun Comes To Die, or at least tries to...

So this morning, my timing was a little off and I arrived at the library before it was even open! Boy, did I feel like a big loser, waiting with the rest of the Big Losers, waiting, waiting, until "they" let us in. What kind of library at an academic powerhouse such as this one, opens at 8am!?! I'm sure if they opened at 6am, there would be people lined up at 5:55am.

The undergraduates have this shirt that says "Where Fun Comes To Die"... It makes me laugh. They also have a shirt that says "Where the only thing that goes down on you, is your GPA." But shouldn't it make me cry? I shouldn't talk because I'm the one who paid money to rent a locker in the library, in which I can leave all my useless books, and feel like I OWN A PART OF THIS LIBRARY.

I feel very territorial about My Table at the library, on the 4th floor. Actually, I have two tables. One is by my locker and one is by a coat hanger. The other day, I saw a little spider-friend on the coat hanger. When I went by this morning, he was gone. :( Every day, I see a lot of the same people, mostly graduate students who look very industrious, working on their theses, with big heavy tomes, and laptops upon which they type very loudly and very quickly. I think about their tenure here at the university... most of them will probably be here longer than I have been. The difference being that I get out of the library every once in a while and interact with real-live patients, and they are stuck in here, with their laptops and written print. I wonder what that's like...

Luckily, I'm taking Step 2: Clinical Knowledge on Thursday so I won't have to live here much longer. The prison break is occuring Thursday evening and continuing through the Halloween Weekend!