For the last month or so my weekday evenings and weekends have had a semblence of hurried order. They generally all went as follows,
Monday – Tuesday: Study at library till close
Wedsday: Rotate bewteen teaching and studying
Thursday: In class till late evening
Friday: Rotate between volenteering at Nurv (a youth program)/breathing/studying
Saturday: Study/clean/cry and rotate volenteer in evenings and hanging out with people!!
Sunday: Church (love it), and study in the evening
You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to see that this type of schedule has just enough days of studying to make me a seemingly premenanet fixture in my local library.
I even have 3 specfic spots that I rotate between in the library depending on my mood. There’s the little 3-sided cubicles for when I’m in a seriously studious mood, the large communal table for when I feel like being surronded by like-minded studiers, and finally the soft comfortable plush chair in the back right-hand corner of the relaxing circle of simlar chairs (surronded by windows and plants), for the days when I need to unwind and study simultaneously.
Dragging along my greek or philosophy books (they seriously weigh a TON!) I pick my spot and settle in for hours of reading, highlighting, laughing (some philosophers are nut cases), and an occasional stretch.
A couple weeks of this and my mind slowly started to turn in on itself. I’d walk out of the library hearing the lines ringing in my mind. John Lockes theroy on empiricism, Plato’s seemingly ubsurd take on rationalism, Russells hilarious analogy of slaughtering chickens to expand on his problem of induction. (Ya you read that right, slaughtering chickens!)
Yesterday I was into the 3rd hour of reading on Greek history when I decided enough was enough, the library would be closing soon anyway. So I packed up my stuff and started to wander aimlessly through the aisles.
Suddenly a craving hit me !!! (Surprisingly it wasn’t even a food craving 
During my reading that evening I had hit a paragraph about the Gauls attacking part of Roman occupied Greece.
Now I don’t know about you but when I was younger I loved reading the comic books Asterix and Obelix which, for those of you who don’t know, center around the adventures of a small Gaul town that was successfull in evading Roman capture. The two main characters are named in the title. So, with the causual mention of Gauls in my textbook, my mind reached deep into it’s recessess and pulled up memories of those delightful books! Those fun filled memories then turned into a full fledge craving to read Asterix and Obelix comics!
So what did I do? Well I made a bee-line for the library search computer, typed in my query, and to my utter delight I found that they did in fact house my comic.
I made my way over to the juvenile section and began leafing through the different volumes they had. Like any mature adult I selected only one comic, checked it out (all they while avoiding eye contact with the librarian), and read it only after I had finished all my household duties.
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HAHAH who am I kidding!! I signed out EVERY SINGLE COPY they had and spent the rest of the evening reliving my childhood!
Philosophy?? Greek history?? Slaughtered Chickens?? You ain’t got nothing on Asterix!!
