can't stand the library

Last night I came up with a seemingly great plan for how today was going to go. After class, I was going to leave work a half hour early so that I could grab lunch, watch the Spurs Champion's League match in the student center and then I would complete my notes for my journalism midterm (thanks again for the help, Harlan).

I should've known that when I arrived at the Curry Student Center and Big East basketball was on TV rather than soccer, it was a sign of things to come. I suppose catching Arsenal/Barcelona the day before was a treat rather than the norm.

Upon the realization that I would have to stream the game on my laptop (no big deal), I knew I'd need to find a table near an outlet. After multiple circling of AfterHours and the second floor, I feared I would have to go to a cafe with wifi but I was able to find an outlet in time.

After seeing my Tottenham Hotspurs advance to the QFs, I decided I would find a more comfortable location to do work. It was during this search that I was informed there was an event in Curry tonight and I would have to move.

So I did - to the library. Let me tell you, there is no location on Northeastern's campus I hate more than Snell library and it's been that way since I was a freshman.

I used to work at the library checking books in & out as well as being the pest at the front desk who asks to see your Husky card before you can get in. In all honesty, it was the only job I've ever held that I hated.

The biggest problem I have with the library is the atmosphere; no one goes to Snell in any kind of positive mood. The frustration and stress hang in the air so heavily it's nauseating.

I know people need to get work done and the library offers a quiet work environment, but how can anyone deal with it? Everyone's over caffeinated and sleep deprived, no one really wants to be there.

I've gone to great lengths to avoid the library during my time at NU. Freshman year I pulled an all nighter in the laundry room writing a 30 page term paper.

Today I wasn't as creative and was forced to work on the dreaded third (quiet) floor. Two and a half painful hours later I was done.

Leaving the building felt almost as much of an accomplishment as completing the work itself. I couldn't help but feel guilty, like I was leaving fallen comrades behind.

Everybody has to do their time I guess.