Ode to Cline.
Mmm. I love my university library--so stately and scholarly, with that musty old book smell and innumerable rows of worn bindings. It's my very favorite place to come and do homework all distraction-free, nestled back amongst the lesser-known computers of the second floor lab, occasionally darting up the spiral staircase to hunt for extra research materials on the mysterious (and usually deserted) third floor. It's times like these that I remember why I wanted to major in English.
I leave this campus for good in just a few weeks, which has led me to become nostalgic for things I don't even miss yet! Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square.
In the meantime, back to my latest paper.
I leave this campus for good in just a few weeks, which has led me to become nostalgic for things I don't even miss yet! Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square.
In the meantime, back to my latest paper.