moldy basement smell
dank shelves lining dark hallways
my favorite place
This time of year I get all tingly. I have to sit on my hands, and hide my car keys so that I don’t go out and spend $500 on books. I love it when school starts. I miss it.
In college, when others were plodding down the stairs of the UT Co-op to whine about how much textbooks cost, I was taking the stairs two at time, breathless at the thought of another semester’s worth of reading materials. I would spend hours prowling the hallways, buying my books and looking at the books of other classes. Many, many times, based on the books I saw, I would drop or add a class, or make plans to beg a professor to let me join a class that was full. Sometimes I’d even buy the books for a full class because even if I didn’t get in I still wanted to read them.
So, man, when this time of year rolls around I get the book buying itch. In fact, for the past three years I’ve bought "How to take the GRE" books with every intention of taking the test and spending the next few months figuring out what I need to do to get into graduate school during the next school year. I’ve finally given up on the grad school thing, though… with kiddos to take care of and books to write there’s no time for grad school. Plus, I think I’d like to get my MA in Art History (which is what my degree is in) and that means if I got accepted, I’d have to get special permission to take undergrad Russian language courses so that I’d have proficiency and I could study the works I’m most interested in. Most Art History graduate-level programs require reading and writing proficiency in French or German. I, of course, took classes in Italian and Russian. Alas, I just don’t have the time to jump through the hoops I’d need to. Of course, there are always graduate studies in writing, but I kind of hate to do that. I’ve always shunned taking creative writing courses. To me, writing is so personal and natural, it’d be like taking a course on how to breathe. Sure I might learn how breathe better or more efficiently, but I have my own way of breathing right now, and I like it very much.
Anyway, I have the book buying itch. Not that I have time to really read anything, but still. I’ve scratched my itch a bit by buying some fun middle grade and YA books – Evan Kuhlman’s Wolf Boy, Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson’s Peter and the Shadow Thieves, Eoin Colfer’s Half-Moon Investigations. I’d like to get some graphic novels – some of the Y: Last Man series and some more Runaways. And it’s always fun to buy books that, you know, might teach you things, too. Last year I bought about a million LBJ books. I’m still reading them.
Oh! I haven’t even mentioned the school supplies! Even though there is no school to go to, I can’t resist buying huge packages of spiral notebooks. Plus, pens of every color. Still need to go do that…
Sigh. I am such a dork. But I will always love school and its accompanying accoutrements. Maybe I’ll try to teach a class at the UT extension learning program: How To Write Haiku (Not the Real Kind).
That would be fun.