The other day I got a hankering for Welsh books, so I trucked up to the fifth floor of the library and slipped in among the PB shelves. (I’ve spent so much time with the language books that I usually don’t need to check the catalog anymore. :P Besides, I was browsing, not looking for a specific book.) Found some cool grammars, along with a slim text on Welsh literature and another on Celtic versecraft. And a grammar of Irish Gaelic as well.
So, with my treasures in hand, I went down to the circulation desk and handed the girl my ID card. She sensitized the books (they’re de-sensitized when they come back in, but popular usage has it backwards — oh well) and said, “They’re due October 5.”
What? October? My first thought was, did I slip into a coma up there and lose two months of my life? “Um, are you sure about that? Shouldn’t it be August?”
“Well,” she replied, “it says October. Are you a graduate student?”
“Yes, but not here. I mean, I work at Special Collections, but I’m doing an online degree through another university.” And I’d asked the circ people about whether being a grad student elsewhere would qualify me for grad student library privileges here. It doesn’t.
“It says you’re grad student or staff,” she said.
“I will be staff soon, in a couple of weeks, I think.” Assuming they do hire me, of course.
She handed me my books and said, “Well, they’re due in October.”
And I thanked her and went on my way rejoicing. Three months! Somehow they’ve already switched me to staff privileges, which means I get books for a glorious three months! I seriously had a flutter of excitement twitching around in my heart as I walked away from that desk. It’s the best birthday present BYU has ever given me. :P
Speaking of that flutter of excitement, by the way: walking in the stacks is, for me, like finding out that the girl (or boy) you like, likes you back. Mmm.

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