Everyone has their favourite spot in the David Wilson library. For me it’s the 3rd floor (which houses all the English books) in the silent zone so I don’t get annoyed by random muttered conversations and preferably next to the window so if it all gets too much I can gaze out over the roofs of Leicester and do some harmless daydreaming. At the moment I feel like I spend more time in the library than my actual student home!
My problem is that I can’t concentrate on my work when I’m at home. There are just too many distractions, making cups of tea, finding snacks, doing washing, checking facebook, tidying up, watching Loose Women, chatting to my housemates, napping. The list goes on and on. So I don’t even attempt to stay in to do my reading. I go to Uni and the library is my study buddy.
Last term I was quite fond of the library. It was like a stern friend that forced me concentrate on my work. Having my same favourite space was reassuringly consistent and weirdly comforting. I felt productive and studious when I was there. We were a good team.
Sadly, our relationship has recently begun to deteriorate. I’m ashamed to admit that on Friday I actually fell asleep on my Literary Theory Anthologyfor approximately half an hour! On Saturday I couldn’t wait to leave, I was counting down the minutes. On Sunday I couldn’t cajole myself into going back. What I really think we need is some time apart. However, a break from the library is not a viable option because I have two essays to do and as I explained they just won’t get done at home. I think the only thing to do is power through this rough patch and hopefully the library and I will emerge with a stronger bond than before!