Dear Burns Library,
I have to admit, I was pretty skeptical the first time I met you. I just got back to BC after a semester abroad, so finding out that I had to go to you for one of my first classes was quite intimidating. I didn’t know what to expect, or what you would be like. But since that first awkward meeting, our relationship has progressed quickly, and I can honestly say that I love you.
At first, I was unsure; it felt a little like you didn’t want me there. I had to sign in, I had to leave all my stuff in a closet, and I could only use a pencil to write with (spoiler alert: I haven’t used a pencil since high school). I followed all of your rules, but I was still worried that I was somehow doing something wrong. What if you get mad at me for having my Burt’s Bees? Or because I have a cold and keep coughing? Was I allowed to have my computer? The first day of class is stressful enough, so really, this additional stress was unnecessary and not appreciated.
Then I found out that I would have to spend at least three hours a week outside of class with you. So I came back to you three days later, still feeling a little unsure, but I was ready to dive into our relationship. We spent some time together that afternoon, and that’s when I started to realize how great you were. While everyone else was hanging out with your friends Bapst and O’Neill, I got to spend time with you. It was quiet and relaxing, and no one was around. You let me focus on reading my comic books (yes, I’m in a history class where we read comic books), and I was able to get so much work done. While I was working, you were thoughtful enough to warm up my coat by having me hang it next to the heater, so that when I had to leave you, I had a toasty coat to help me battle the cold.
It hasn’t been long, Burns, but it’s true, I do love you. I love the time that we spend together each week, and I love that you’re still a secret to so many people at BC. You’re always there for me (at least, you are Monday through Friday, 9 to 5, and sometimes on Saturday), and I love knowing that I can go to you whenever I need a quiet place to do work.
Love,
Remy
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http://www.rainydaymagazine.com/RDM2010/Home/November/Week3/RDMHomeNov1910.htm