There is a sign on the wall to my right which reads: "I didn't know we had graphic novels! (How can a novel be non-fiction?)"
I am in my school's library.
There should be a law of some kind against schools in which more than a third of students are smarter than 90% of the people who teach there.
Further library shenanigans:
The "Best Books for Young Adults" section is nearly all magazines such as and similar to
"People."There is a
"Golden Compass" movie poster depicting the little girl and the armoured polar bear with the text "Use your skills to make a difference in the world."
(Here's the poster image.)There is a big poster on the wall behind me with an image of a bunch of faceless people of varying races in a library with the text "Books come in all colors."
(Yay for the internet; here's the poster.)A rather large pile of broken computers, TVs, desks, projectors, and stands are blocking half of a wall of the reference section.
A small freshman is sleeping sitting up at a table to my left. I think she was trying to study algebra II, but I can't be sure from here. But... it's doubtful she's taking algebra I. Her bookbag is approximately the size of a small hippopotamus.
The librarians are pacing about, one in each section of the library, to make sure students aren't talking or whispering or working together or wearing hats or chewing gum or drinking drinks or playing flash games or listening to music or watching videos or playing calculator games or possessing foodstuffs or looking too ghetto or looking too angry or touching library books or snoring or writing seditious things about the school administration or feeling unsafe or texting on cell phones or turning pages too loudly or using pens to do math or...
