The staircases at the Academy of Letters were most definitely designed by Bloody Stupid Johnson. They are tiny, slanted, and at a weird angle. So every time I go to the library I hold on to the handrails for dear life, hoping there won't be an earthquake.
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Is there anything more relaxing than sleeping in a library? The soothing hum of airconditioners, the rows of depressed (and depressing) students (a number of them sleeping), the smooth, smooth wood the table, so inviting, calling you to lay down your burdens and just rest...
I have a condition. Which makes me completely unable to stay in my room *and* study before 11:00 pm. My bed calls me, and I *answer*, the net result of which turns out to be: Education - 0, Sleep - 999. Thankfully, D, the other 'serious' one among my BFFs, also suffers from a similar condition. So whenever we were in dire straits, we would wake up (at 12.30, having gone to sleep at 6 in the morning), finish all necessities, grab lunch, and head for the library (which, for me, was a twenty minutes walk). We would grab some tea, because the walk made you sleepy. And then we would bravely walk inside. We would gather our books, nodding at friends and acquaintances with the air of 'serious' students (we had a reputation to maintain, you see); I would brandish my spectacles (D already has a very thick pair; mine are negligible, and I use them only for reading purposes, but. reputation). Then we would settle down somewhere, make ourselves comfortable.
And sleep some more.
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The ninth floor of the central library is never used. In our first semester, we heard stories, about ghosts that lived in the ninth floor and the ghost that stayed in the lift, and would always take you straight to the ninth floor if you took that lift at a certain day, after a certain hour. I never met the ghosts (and I suppose the ghost in the lift is gone after they installed new ones). But I did meet a number of bats who happen to live in the ninth floor.
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*Is* there anything more relaxing than sleeping in a library? The soothing hum of airconditioners, the rows of depressed (and depressing) students (a number of them sleeping), the smooth, smooth wood the table, so inviting, calling you to lay down your burdens and just rest...
And then you wake up and you realise you've drooled all over your notebook, the library's about to close and the strange couple in front of you is trying to make out without disturbing anyone else.
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Is there anything more relaxing than sleeping in a library? The soothing hum of airconditioners, the rows of depressed (and depressing) students (a number of them sleeping), the smooth, smooth wood the table, so inviting, calling you to lay down your burdens and just rest...
I have a condition. Which makes me completely unable to stay in my room *and* study before 11:00 pm. My bed calls me, and I *answer*, the net result of which turns out to be: Education - 0, Sleep - 999. Thankfully, D, the other 'serious' one among my BFFs, also suffers from a similar condition. So whenever we were in dire straits, we would wake up (at 12.30, having gone to sleep at 6 in the morning), finish all necessities, grab lunch, and head for the library (which, for me, was a twenty minutes walk). We would grab some tea, because the walk made you sleepy. And then we would bravely walk inside. We would gather our books, nodding at friends and acquaintances with the air of 'serious' students (we had a reputation to maintain, you see); I would brandish my spectacles (D already has a very thick pair; mine are negligible, and I use them only for reading purposes, but. reputation). Then we would settle down somewhere, make ourselves comfortable.
And sleep some more.
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The ninth floor of the central library is never used. In our first semester, we heard stories, about ghosts that lived in the ninth floor and the ghost that stayed in the lift, and would always take you straight to the ninth floor if you took that lift at a certain day, after a certain hour. I never met the ghosts (and I suppose the ghost in the lift is gone after they installed new ones). But I did meet a number of bats who happen to live in the ninth floor.
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*Is* there anything more relaxing than sleeping in a library? The soothing hum of airconditioners, the rows of depressed (and depressing) students (a number of them sleeping), the smooth, smooth wood the table, so inviting, calling you to lay down your burdens and just rest...
And then you wake up and you realise you've drooled all over your notebook, the library's about to close and the strange couple in front of you is trying to make out without disturbing anyone else.