One stress factor down, 50 billion more to go!
Listening test over and done with (and sufficiently DESTROYED I might add... go me!), and I'm back to working on my research paper. One of these books I've checked out from my library was published in 1890-something, and the earliest check-out date on the first check-out slip (which warns that for each day you keep the book past the fourteen-day limit, a fine of 2 CENTS will be incurred... CALM DOWN! I don't have that kind of cash!) is February 6, 1934. 1934! It's so fascinating to me to think about someone reading this book 72 years ago--probably stressing out just as much as if not more than I am. I would love to know who had this book; I feel somehow connected to them.
The binding is of course totally cracked (although considering its age, it's still in pretty good shape); every time I open it I get that waft of old-school library smell; and the pages are spotted with what I assume is oil from page-turning fingers, left to build up for well over half a century. Maybe it's just a weird book fetish, but I'm loving this thing. =)
Before becoming the co-ed University of Montevallo which I have come to know and love, my school was known as "Alabama College" and was a ladiez-only institution.
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Go, Joie, Go! I think old books and magazines are really interesting. A bit of a historical timestamp of what people cared about and were thinking at an earlier time. And despite how easy computers and the internet is becoming, I still don't think they could replace the texture and weight of a book.
Oh, and no jokes about how my own books from when I was a wee-lad are becoming old books! :p