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...time spent waiting insufferably for the ninety-year-old exam proctor to read instructions telling you to remain “incommunicado” in the event of a fire—or waiting for your TF to do the same, now that there is no room in the budget for the elderly. It could be seeing your linkmate’s eyes go wide and head roll back when the swiper in your House’s dining hall enforces interhouse restrictions...
...with entering any foreign landscape, in those early freshman days I did not feel so comfortable in the impressive marble halls of the cornerstone of the Harvard library system. Reading the sign next to the entrance to Loker Reading Room that sternly stated “Readers only,” I thought I could neither use my computer nor text from my phone. It was easy, then, to understand those who claimed that Widener was too intimidating, or too imposing, to work in. My first time in the stacks, for instance, in a sleep-deprived stupor after a particularly...
Widener’s depths contain untold pleasures of both the intellectual and physical variety. The collective shuffling of papers in Loker assumes a calming, background hum, and the chairs in the third floor poetry reading room are perfectly designed for napping. It is easy to find and hold in your hands books that are over a hundred years old. For me, discovering a first edition of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “This Side of Paradise,” one of my all time favorites, in the stacks level 2E was a moment of sublime excitement...
During the course of the past year, Widener also came to be the temple of my thesis. The ritual of writing always began with a visit to the replica of Harry Elkins’s home reading room between the first and second floors. As I would cross the threshold of the marble antechamber, I breathed deeply that distinct change in smell, the sweetness evocative of aged pages, and felt the cooler, quieter atmosphere envelope me. In that life’s heart of the library, there the Gutenberg would light up before me, there Harry’s portrait...
...really “important” things. My parents made me go to bed at 9 p.m. everyday, so I stayed up until 4 a.m., doing absolutely nothing. I hadn’t been allowed to watch television, so I spent lunches, dinners, evenings, and weekends in my room watching “Sex and the City,” “Gilmore Girls,” and “The Office”—basically any and all TV shows on DVD my roommates had. I eschewed Annenberg for lunches of ramen and beef...