LSU's Middleton Library,
When I walk through your sliding doors and get hit with your stale, crusty air, I can literally feel depression hit me in the face.
It's probably not your fault. You are just a building.
But you're a pretty gross building.
Middleton, you are the Kevin Malone (yes, the weird dude from "The Office") of buildings. This honestly could be either an insult or a compliment, take it however you want.
Middleton, remember when Kevin spilled all that chili on the ground?
Well, I have literally gazed upon spilled chili on your second floor. It was green though, and I'm pretty sure it barked at me.
Why are you so offend referred to as "Club Mid?"
It is because you are the Reggie's of libraries?
Like Reggie's, you could possibly give us diseases and though we all act like we don't enjoy you, we all still go to you at least once.
You both have your regulars and you both have your sticky floors, but still, you manage to keep us coming back.
You both give us the same feeling when leaving your fine establishments: sad, exhausted and covered in smoke from the chain smokers outside.
While I type this I look down at your yellow tiled floor.
I can't even find the words to describe the colors of all these stains.
Truly unique. Truly disturbing.
Why so many stains?
How many students have tattooed your floor with their over-priced coffee or tears of failure?
Are these your "scars to your beautiful?" as the song puts it.
Are your stains what tell your story? If so, your story appears to be quite crusty. I am worried for you, oh Gross Building.
Why does it smell of feral cat pee in here?
So many questions, Middleton.
Though you are nasty, you still have taught me more than I could have ever hoped.
You taught me to never buy sushi from a library.
I was not a very smart freshman. I had no idea it was possible for rice to be so sticky, yet so crunchy at the same time. Truly unsettling.
To this day I remember purchasing that sketchy sushi.
I remember going up to the second floor, where I proceeded to contemplate eating after noticing a weird yellow stain in the corner of the room that looked like my dog.
Those were the days...
Though you are just a dingy library, you have also given me good memories.
Memories of meeting new friends and crying while we studied.
At the moment, they seemed like awful times, but looking back, this is where I formed some of my best friendships. Nothing creates a strong bond like a musty room and an upsetting amount of accounting homework.
Thank you, Middleton, for providing this musty room.