deserted hallways
melancholy? no! joyful!
sweet sweet solitude
So it is reading week at the University I work at, and I’ve once again forgotten how AMAZING it is when all the students have retreated back into the arms of Mummy and Daddy, far away from their squalid, dank basement apartments. This morning, the bathrooms near my office were so clean, the bleach filled my nostrils with its euphoric aroma, the cafeteria tables were freshly wiped and devoid of soggy napkins and muffin crumbs, and the lunch smoothie line was a mere three people long. Oh joy! I know this week will only cause my desire for summertime to grow.
I am aware of the irony in wishing for the dissolution of all students while I am employed by an institution that is in existence only to educate said students. An art gallery is only useful if there are people to view the work on display, and I do love to interact with people that walk in with an open mind on their class breaks. But I am really so horrible for reveling in one week free from inane guestbook comments, paranoia of our donation box being robbed with contraptions constructed with drinking straws and bubble gum, and crumpled food wrappers jammed discretely in between the gallery chairs? I’d like to think not. Let the quietude continue!
