A Home Among the Books

The Terteling Library has become somewhat of a second home to me over the last three years. Its heavy doors welcome me, and I have come to view this passage as a test of my moxie. If I can successfully maneuver through this unwieldy portal without embarrassment or injury than I have passed the first test. Navigating the book catalog is yet another challenge. Wading through the ocean of information to find the one book by Roald Dahl is worthy quest; the maze of novels proves to be quite the opponent. Discovering my target is a victory; I have defeated the worthy shelving system and have not fallen pray to thieves or ne'er-do-wells.
My favorite reading place is a green chair, old and worn in just the right places, located in the quiet comfort of the second floor. This chair holds a great deal of memories: long study sessions, countless assigned readings, naps, even as an occasional procrastination destination. However, towards the end of my second year, this green chair disappeared from its place by Meeting Room B, never to be seen again. I mourned for this chair, and I think of it fondly. A not-as-comfortable brownish chair has taken its place, but I can't help feel a pang of regret every time I sit in this replacement.
Sometimes I get lost looking at titles. There is a certain charm that comes from looking at the rows and rows of books. I think of all the hard work that each author has pouring into each bound treasure, and cross my fingers and hope someday my name will be placed among these noble predecessors. I'll pull out a particularly old book, frayed with age, with titles such as The Viking Age: A Reader, Behind the Beautiful Forevers, and Every Molecule Tells a Story.
The Terteling Library is a place of inspiration, a place of stories, a place of learning.
It's also a place of free printing, which is always extremely appreciated to the broke college student that I am.