THE LIBRARY
It's quiet, airy, and full of books. I thought I would come out and enjoy the quietness and get away from my room & computer—although there are computers here. Usually it’s quiet at home too—provided I am by myself or no one is bothering me. I thought I'd
come and look at the CD's to make a mix for myself. Indeed, I did find some CD's. All I know is when I am done procrastinating, I will have to do my homework. My shitty homework. I came here to work on some projects for my writing workshop, but I am really avoiding the fact I have to study for my class, Biological Basis of Behavior. I feel snowed under thinking about the homework I have to do. I found out from a name dictionary that my name, Tracy, “is from the Anglo-Saxon, meaning brave.” I surely don’t feel brave at times. I wonder why my mother chose that name for me. Did she see me as growing up to become a brave person? Or did she just like the name? It is also
a variant of Theresa and used also as a masculine name. Theresa is from the Greek therizein, "to reap." I feel that the library can be an overwhelming place, especially with the internet at our finger tips. Instead of looking things up the old-fashioned way, I tend to take the easy way out by looking up things on the internet. Whatever happened to writing letters by hand, as opposed to e-mail? I am just reminded of how lazy, impatient and plagued I can get or have become.