Copyright, 1975

One of the first things I fell in love with in my medical school was the library. Having graduated from a state university with it's not-quite-so-impressive armament of books, I was positively thrilled peeking through those glass doors and gazing upon rows and rows of shelves stuffed full of medical knowledge just waiting for me to absorb.

What can I say? I was young and naive.(Still am, mostly.)

I was well into my second year before it finally hit me. (It took me long enough.

Our library is a museum!

There were books as old as Copyright, 1975. The oldest I found was Copyright, 1981.

Seriously. Maybe it's sentimental values. Or maybe it's the historical value aspect. I dunno. All I know is that those really old books are useless. Nobody... as in NOBODY... reads them.

We do have the latest editions, safe and sound inside the Reserve Section. And since there are as few as one copy each, we'd have to outwit everyone else if we wanted to take the books home for the night.

Well... it's not that I'm complaining. But then again, maybe I am.

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