Busy Bodies

This post requires some background. The law school at Seattle University was purchased from the University of Puget Sound several years back, maybe seven. Sullivan Hall, where our school is located, was built specifically for the law school at this time. Just this summer, they had to remodel the library because, supposedly, our career services department sucks and they wanted to give them more space (so that they could suck up more study carousels). In addition, I believe the size of the entering classes is becoming larger and larger, such that even many of my second year elective classes are taught to almost 100 students in large lecture halls and are called "discussion classes" by the professors. To top it off, I am going to spend close to $30,000 just for the privilege of sitting in those classes.

Considering the newness of the building, the law school's desire to grow, and the price tag to get in the door, you would think that I could find a place to study at the library at 1:30 on a Tuesday afternoon. There is currently not a single study spot on the first floor, a smattering of free carousels on the second floor amidst row after row of occupied places, and I have vowed to stay away from the third floor because that is where the over-achieving, study-show-offs go to surround themselves with others of their type in the "super-quiet" floor. Luckily I mentioned my dilemma to my undergraduate friend who works as a work study at the circulation desk, and she recommended that I go over to the undergrad library. All of the undergrads are still on summer vacation, and according to her, hardly anyone ever comes here anyway. So, while the one-L's are jammed into their cattle-carousels in the newly remodeled law library, I have an entire room of this library to spread out and work in quit. If I wasn't sure that only about four or five other people, including my family in Colorado, actually read this blog, I would not publicly disclose this new discovery. I can't say it is perfect. The new chairs they purchased at the law library really are comfortable, especially compared to these forest green vinyl and metal chairs from the 70's, but not having to be surrounded by a bunch of crazed law students makes the slight sacrifice of comfort worth it. Now I must just conquer my own internal distractions and read Real Estate.