By Dorothy Rosby
I call this story “Love at the Library,” but if you manage to make it through the whole thing, you’ll see that’s not quite accurate. I chose the title because we’ve just celebrated Valentine’s Day and because February is National Library Lovers Month. Also romance does get a couple of mentions and there is a library involved. But mostly though, I thought calling it “Love at the Library” might make it sound more interesting than it actually is.
I spent a fair amount of time at the library when I attended Augustana University in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Believe it or not, I was a good student—mostly. But the bigger issue was that my roommate had a boyfriend. The romantic life of roommates has sent more students to the library than algebra quizzes and English tests ever have.
Like most libraries, Augustana’s had a variety of fine art on display, most of which I don’t recall. I’d like to say that’s because I was so focused on my studies but I hate to lie this early in my story.