Now you'll probably all think I'm crazy when I'm done talking about this, but here goes.
I've been attending the University of Toronto for the past four years. As I prepare to graduate and consider graduate school options, I did something pretty special (for me anyway) today.
Classes are winding up and I returned the last of my library books today. I don't think I'll check out any more library books here. Which brings me to the point of my story. We have this library here. It's huge...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robarts_LibraryIt's also poorly lit, impersonal, expansive and kind of creepy when you're up there on the 13th floor all by yourself looking for books in section "U". Nobody likes it. It's the site of a lot of all-nighters. People get locked in there from time to time. The staff, as you can imagine, aren't uniformly nice. Hardly anybody has a good word to say about Robarts Library. But today, as I walked in to deposit my returns, I thought "after four years, this is the last time I'll be in here". As I walked away into the soft evening light, I thought to myself that for the past four years I've been a small part of a huge and well-respected school and I've had one of the world's largest libraries at my disposal. And after all the times my friends and I have cursed Robarts, I could only think one thing:
"It's been a privilege".
Weird, eh?
Edit: I'm off to celebrate with some friends. I'll read your replies on the flip side.