When I lived life as an ambitious writer in my early twenties, I often sought exotic writing environments. I often wrote furiously in cafes, bookstores, the market square in Reston Town Center, and beach houses. I always thought that in some mystical fashion, place influenced the way I write.
It may not have contributed to the quality of the writing, but it contributed to the almost dream-like necessity for every writer to have his or her imagination unraveled, unfurled.
The new Learning Commons library at the Loudoun Campus reminds me of these early locales.
Right now, I’m trying to finish a paper for “Nationalism and National Identity,” one of two inaugural classes I’m taking for the University of Virginia’s Bachelor of Interdisciplinary Studies at NVCC. I’m thankful for my dual academic citizenship, and even more thankful for the opportunity to spend a torrentially-rainy Monday afternoon in a library with a view.
Every writer – every student in fact – must dream. I more or less consider academia at my age to be an unraveling of what I’ve learned so far, and not merely the sloppy filing
of new academic knowledge. Libraries like this, with tremendous views, relaxing environments, and quiet workspaces, tend to instill in me the need to dream again and allow the mind to flee from the rigors of life as a student.
I’m enjoying the semester so far. Yes, I’ve realized for the first time, I am a mortal. I’ve spent the last three weeks half inside an abdominal fit, spending two out of five days a workweek up in the middle of the night with severe acid reflux. However, a well-placed environment on a quiet Monday afternoon takes care of most of this.
For more on UVA’s BIS program at Northern Virginia Community College, please read Richard Johnson’s piece in the Loudoun Lantern.
A teut a l’heure, mon amis.