Packing Books

It has occurred to me, through a few friends pointing it out, that saying "I'm not a crazy person" twice in a cover letter does in fact make you look like a crazy person.

Today, I'm trying to pack for the spring semester. I'm leaving the house at 9am tomorrow. I found my tea kettle which is a huge relief. I need to look for my comforter next. I also should probably figure out what books to bring. Realistically, I won't read a lot of them or any of them. I don't have time to read for pleasure when I'm in school. I'm not happy about this, but it's life. When I have time off from the dense readings that my professors assign me, all I want to do is look at pictures of dogs on Tumblr or watch SVU on Netflix. Reading passages from "Atonement" is more of a summertime activity, when I'm craving intellectual stimulation in the midst of doing nothing.

I think most college students bring books with them (I'm talking about books that they have not been assigned for a course) in hopes to appear more interesting to visitors. It's a big deal when someone comes to your dorm room for the first time, even if the visit is strictly platonic. You don't want to look dumb. At least I don't. I try to arrange my books accordingly. But I'm also comforted when I'm surrounded by books. One of my favorite places to work on campus is in the stacks of the library. There's something about that sort of engulfment that makes me feel more productive.

...I just got up and went around my room looking for books to take with me, I currently have 12. No, wait, 13. I forgot "The Hunger Games" on my nightstand. My sister told me to read it. It's actually pretty great, I'm about halfway through. I'm looking for this other book about Northern Ireland that I think could be useful to have around as a European Studies slash English slash Public History major. If I can't find it I'll order it used on Amazon.

Right. I'd better get back to packing.