Librar-thon starts....

NOW! Actually, according to my watch, it's 6:58 am. The security guards must have had mercy on us standing out there in the cold. I showed up about ten minutes to opening, when there were five people besides me already waiting. One guy was wrapped in a fleece blanket. Some of them made small talk about the papers they have due, the finals schedule they have today. A girl on her cell phone was having a conversation about putting in (or taking out--hard to tell) a window of thick glass. I wondered who wanted to hear about her remodeling at seven in the morning. By the time the portly man with the key came by (Santa Claus? Better be careful with my pre-Christmas delusions), we numbered ten on my side of the library. There were a couple of people on the other side, but our door was opened slightly earlier. I was the fifth person into the library. I didn't have a preference on my first base camp, but I wound over to the Honors reading lounge, where, strangely, I'm not alone. Another kid is two tables over from me, typing on another white MacBook, listening to his iPod. Right now, this seems crowded.


Expect updates periodically through the day as I my cheerful vigil keep. If you want to come visit me in the library, you can send me a text--I'll leave my phone on vibrate--or you can just stop by: you know where I'll be.

Comments

Jamie Zvirzdin said…
Mary! I support you in your Librar-thon! You can do it! Are you going till 2 or 3 am?
December 16, 2008 at 7:43 AM
Jamie Zvirzdin said…
I won't be able to bring you food, but I can give you emotional nourishment!
December 16, 2008 at 7:43 AM
mlh said…
I understand, Jamie; it's emotionally tasty!
December 16, 2008 at 8:56 AM
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