Lathrop Library

Krishin Asnani 

on Google

a month ago

When the P bus drops me at the Oval, I follow a quiet trail, careful not to mistake the trees for a forest. Wordsworth comes to mind: “I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’er vales and hills…”. These clouds, now, are my fellow cohorts — workshopping our triolets and villanelles. There’s beauty in it, sometimes. But often I find myself wishing we read the classics instead — instead of listening, week after week, to earnest student work, politely encouraging what feels like mediocrity. 

Krishin Asnani 

on Google

a month ago

When the P bus drops me at the Oval, I make my way through a trail of forest and trees. “I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o’er vales and hills, when all at once I saw a crowd, a host, of golden daffodils.” These lovely clouds are my fellow cohorts, workshopping our poems—our triolets and villanelles. But sometimes I wish we could study the classic poets instead of listening to earnest student work and politely encouraging what feels like mediocrity. 

Jan Gronski 

on Google

9 months ago

Typical academic library