Few souls are left on campus during this time. The Registrar in the counseling office across the quad, the assistant principal and the attendance clerk in the main office on the OTHER side of the quad, and me over here in the Library. It's like we're stranded on three separate islands of solitude. But I kind of like it that way, and rarely venture outside the Library.
Tuesday I worked from 7 am to 3:30 pm without ONCE seeing another human being. It's like my own bookish version of "I Am Legend." Luckily I leave before sundown.
|Don't get caught in the Library after dark!|
I've been playing my little blue iPod docking station pretty loud, but somehow it still seems too quiet. Despite the cathartic screaming of riot grrls, the hammering of Rammstein, and the rattling noise-rock of The Kills, I can somehow STILL hear every little mouse fart echo through the cold emptiness.
Speaking of the mouse as a symbol for silence, let's think of some famous literary mice, shall we?
Hide the cheese...