{weird}gasm

I always imagined that I would get a whole lot done when given a long break. So with the windfall of having a six-month long in-between period transferring college, I happened to get one. So what magnificent feats I accomplished in the meantime? Hmm. I think I’ve managed to revert to spastic sleep patterns of a newborn and have forged an unnatural attachment to my laptop. Does that count? The writing I thought I’d fill entire notebooks with? Zilch! I’ve read at least four books, so my mind isn’t completely deteriorating. I need to establish more discipline now, so I don’t lose all my brain cells by fall semester. 

Once upon a time, people went the library to fill their minds with new information from these encrypted things called books. Nowadays, tumbleweeds blow through the vacant aisles. But the catch is that while there are empty aisles, there is barely an empty seat at the seating areas. Before over 80% of the patrons sit laptops clicking with the steady of rhythm of fingers on keyboards. I subtly gaze at the screens as the perform scholastic tasks like checking their Facebook pages and playing games.

Essentially, the library has become the breeding ground for wi-fi leeches, which is extremely unfortunate. Buying a wireless router isn’t even expensive and it doesn’t seem wise to do the bulk of your personal computing in such a public place leaving your personal information so exposed to onlookers. Even if they were doing something productive like research, why no love for their print brethren? Books are way more reliable and valid than internet sites and they just sit gathering dust. It bothers me that such a rich source of information goes under-appreciated for a bunch of people squatting there not out of necessity. It doesn’t just feel annoying, it’s borderline immoral.