Sometimes...

I miss it.

Today I imagined I was back in the Harold B. Lee Library. I was sitting at my table down in the periodicals section with my feet up on the chair across from me. Next to me was the window that looks out on the hill that leads up to campus. The snow was falling. I had my white earphones in and I was listening to the jam of the week (whatever it happened to be that week) and my computer sitting in front of me. And there I was reading a glorious text book soaking up knowledge about teaching children, history, the Jewish religion (loved that class btw), and many other brilliant subjects. It made me feel warm inside and smart. It was glorious.