In my (apparently vain) pursuit of 50 books in a year, I have become intimately familiar (and somewhat enamored) with the UNC Library.
While I was in school, I avoided the library. Not so much because I was a philistine, but because I figured I’d be forced to go there on a regular basis…
My argument was something like:
“One day, I’ll be required to go to the library (I mean, I’m in college for pete’s sake), and then I’ll regret volunteering to spend time there.”
The thing is, I was never required to go to the library.
Surprisingly (ha!), a computer science major is not expected to log alot of time in the library. (Instead, they are expected to be hunched over a computer in their dorm room.)
So, flash-forward to my present situation… I’m strapped for cash after changing jobs and paying for parts of an upcoming wedding. Plus, I have committed to do my best to acheive reading 50 books in a year.
Enter: The UNC Library.
Nowadays, I take time out of my daily schedule to find books that I may want to read. And I look forward to the weekends as a time that I can go to the UNC Library.
My feelings toward the library have affected me so deeply that I’m kind of regretting my tech-support/programmer/techie career and instead, I wish I had become a librarian…