The last day of school for students was June 15th, and the last day of work for teachers was the 16th. I, however, being an 11-month employee, work quietly here in the Library through the very ass-end of June and return prompt-as-you-please on August 1st.
Few souls are left on campus during this time. The Registrar in the counseling office across the quad, the assistant principal and the attendance clerk in the main office on the OTHER side of the quad, and me over here in the Library. It's like we're stranded on three separate islands of solitude. But I kind of like it that way, and rarely venture outside the Library.
Tuesday I worked from 7 am to 3:30 pm without ONCE seeing another human being. It's like my own bookish version of "I Am Legend." Luckily I leave before sundown.
We've been having total June gloom, too, so not only is it silent as the grave in here, but it's also rather DARK. Our Library has two meager rows of very high windows, so I can't see any humans from them, and don't even get much sunlight. It finally dawned on me that half the blinds were closed, which was part of the problem, so I opened them. Hopefully that will help.
I've been playing my little blue iPod docking station pretty loud, but somehow it still seems too quiet. Despite the cathartic screaming of riot grrls, the hammering of Rammstein, and the rattling noise-rock of The Kills, I can somehow STILL hear every little mouse fart echo through the cold emptiness.
Speaking of the mouse as a symbol for silence, let's think of some famous literary mice, shall we?
Hide the cheese...
Few souls are left on campus during this time. The Registrar in the counseling office across the quad, the assistant principal and the attendance clerk in the main office on the OTHER side of the quad, and me over here in the Library. It's like we're stranded on three separate islands of solitude. But I kind of like it that way, and rarely venture outside the Library.
Tuesday I worked from 7 am to 3:30 pm without ONCE seeing another human being. It's like my own bookish version of "I Am Legend." Luckily I leave before sundown.
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| Don't get caught in the Library after dark! |
I've been playing my little blue iPod docking station pretty loud, but somehow it still seems too quiet. Despite the cathartic screaming of riot grrls, the hammering of Rammstein, and the rattling noise-rock of The Kills, I can somehow STILL hear every little mouse fart echo through the cold emptiness.
Speaking of the mouse as a symbol for silence, let's think of some famous literary mice, shall we?
Hide the cheese...
