I love flying. It's a not-so-secret dream of mine to get a pilot's license. I'm strangely obsessed with birds. And I LOVE taking pictures from airplanes. Here's one of the plane's wing, taken on a flight home from California last winter.
This is the inside of a wing of the Barn at night, as seen from outside room 100 (a tiny little "lecture hall" where I had my psych class this fall). The floorboards are, as you can probably tell from the photo, a tad creaky. The nearest bathroom is around the corner at the end of this hall. So whenever got up from class (or just walked by) we could hear them walking allll the way down the hall. And then, allll the way back. The second floor is even creakier!
Oh, and as a followup to my library post, here's one of my favorite websites: LibraryThing
I love libraries. I did most of my community service hours in high school in our local library, and shelving books in the teen section was quite often the highlight of my week. Not because my weeks, were bad, but because it was a great antidote to the stress of senior year. Sort of like yoga for the total nerdypants.
The library at Bennington is really nothing special. The librarians themselves are great, and the space is pleasant, though very limited. The smallness of it doesn't bother me because I live on the other side of campus -- just getting to the library is adventure enough -- but Bennington students are infamous for raiding the contents of the impressive Williams library system when they can't find what they're looking for here.
My favorite part of the library is the basement, which is mostly full of those tall rolling stacks that, like, totally roll. It's fluorescent and a little creepy down there, which only adds to the ambiance. It's not the part of the library you'd cozy up in to read the Times... I think what I love about it is the sheer book-to-airspace ratio.
The library is planning an addition, and after the successful (almost) completion of Moonbase, many Benningtonites believe that it really will happen. (Maybe it's time to start returning all those Williams books.)
My mother, hidden somewhere in this photo, has recently created a Vox account. She hasn't posted anything yet, but I'm linking there in an effort to guilt her into doing so.
Here we see cattails at the edge of Bennington's pond, back when it was frozen and covered in snow.
