I think I was the sole reason my school started keeping the magazines behind the counter and making you ask for them in order to read them in the library. I used to steal them constantly. I had a stack of the school's magazines 10 feet high in my room. Look, I had no TV, no money and lived an isolated rural life. All I could do was read, and re-read, and re-read shit for the entire long winter when I didn't care to play outside. I'd read anything to keep sane and entertain myself. I read the shit out of everything. When they enacted the signing out the magazines policy I was so crushed.
I have so many memories of mischief in the library.
Of course there was no internet back then so the surfaces of the study carrels were the message boards of the day. There was a great conversation going on at one for about a week, I'd live for study hall so I could race down there and get to that carrel. I was in the middle of writing my reply and fuck me, I got caught by Mr Pud-scratch (that's what we called him) and I had to clean the whole desk. So sad.
Is it normal to hide books or journals in a library?
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This is such a cool story.
I think I was the sole reason my school started keeping the magazines behind the counter and making you ask for them in order to read them in the library. I used to steal them constantly. I had a stack of the school's magazines 10 feet high in my room. Look, I had no TV, no money and lived an isolated rural life. All I could do was read, and re-read, and re-read shit for the entire long winter when I didn't care to play outside. I'd read anything to keep sane and entertain myself. I read the shit out of everything. When they enacted the signing out the magazines policy I was so crushed.
I have so many memories of mischief in the library.
Of course there was no internet back then so the surfaces of the study carrels were the message boards of the day. There was a great conversation going on at one for about a week, I'd live for study hall so I could race down there and get to that carrel. I was in the middle of writing my reply and fuck me, I got caught by Mr Pud-scratch (that's what we called him) and I had to clean the whole desk. So sad.