And then i was reminded of just how quiet Crerar is... the top level of the building where i'm sitting right now has probably about 4 people scattered around the floor in random nooks and crannies. Nobody is in sight, and nobody is within earshot either. It's pretty spooky, but the clean scientific hospitalish setting is more reassuring than the dark foreboding which is the quiet spooky law library. Only Crerar also gives this feeling that you have the whole place to yourself, which is sort of cool, when you include the fact that it's chock full of tomes of knowledge. There were countless volumes on forest fires in the shelf where i was looking, which actually (sadly) ignited a little spark of excitement deep within my soul. So much knowledge!
A quick visit to the toilet revealed the nature of Crerar's usual inhabitants - the walls are full of premed graffitti. Obscene drawings of toulene jostled for space with lewd remarks like "for a good time, call #QC141.P211". Clearly they aren't as vigilant with removing graffitti here as they are in other places. All the better for my amusement. In place of the usual proclamations about being well endowed that adorn bathroom stalls, there were people showing off their great manliness with displays of GPA and MCAT scores on the walls. Enough of this vulgarity! I head out to find a place to sit and ostensibly do work, but since nobody is actually watching, I end up blogging instead.
(Oh, and if you were wondering what QC#141.P211 was, it turns out that no such book was on the shelf. boo. However a quick browse through the library catalog shows that the closest QC#141 was the journal of rheology. )
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