The View From Here
 
When I walked into the college library at eight o clock one morning last week, I was practically the only one there because college students don't like to get up early.  This was probably a good thing because there weren't as many people to stare at me when the gray clad sentinels that guard the door drew their swords and charged at me. 

OK, so they didn't come to life, or try to impale me on outdated weapons of war.  But they did beep at me, which is something that's never happened to me in my life.  I stopped and looked over at the desk where one of the librarians was standing.  I think I gave her a terrified look. 
"Do you have any library books in your bag?"
"No." 
"Do you have any new textbooks?"
"Yes." 
"That's probably what set it off."
That was it?  "Do you want to check my bag?" 
"No," she said.  "But thank you for stopping." 
I then realized that she probably wouldn't need to check to see if I was smuggling books into the library. 

A few minutes later I remembered that I did have library books in my backpack (Dracula by Bram Stoker and Deerskin by Robin McKinley)- books from the public library. 
So in the interest of being completely honest, I went back to the librarian and told her about the books from the other library.  "Yes, that could set it off."  She said.  "Just tell whoever is at the desk that you have public library books in your backpack and be patient with us until we learn who you are and that you beep." 

The rest of the day I was very conscious about my comings and goings through the doors of the library.  Every time I came in I had to explain myself to the desk staff, and every time I went out I had to warn a librarian that I would set off the alarms. 

But this turned out to have an advantage. 
Later that day, when  I attempted to check out History of Modern Europe vol. I, the librarian hailed me as "The Girl Who Always Beeps."
"I'm Hannah," I said. 
She shook my hand "Tami."
The book was out.  So I went off to the little colony of desks gathered beneath the sign proclaiming "Quiet Area," resigned to doing my math homework. 

I had just settled down to Andrew Peterson and histograms when Tami walked by.  "Hannah, somebody just checked that textbook back in if you want it." 
"That would be lovely." 
And so I got my textbook because I set off the alarm. 

I think the moral of the story is that when "bad" things happen, I meet people.  When unusual occurrences occur, they force me out of my usual way of doing things, and I get to try new ways of doing things. 

Oh, and I'm so keeping, "The Girl Who Always Beeps."  I will hereafter be know as Hannah, The Girl Who Always Beeps.  Maybe I should get a business card with my new title.  I wonder if the talent of beeping is good for anything...
 


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Elizabeth
01/21/2011 19:43

So as you know this post quite amused my family and me! I think I have told you all I have to tell you about it over the phone. So this is basically just a test of the commenting system. Also, don't forget to that the librarian probably doesn't have to check that you aren't stealing books into the library :) Love you George!

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