The library is a quiet place, a cold place filled with old and new books, just endless books. There are students spread out everywhere studying there for the knowledge. Some books haven’t been touched for years; you can tell those books every time you pull one dust rolls off of them, causing you to cough as the dust envelops your lungs.

In a quaint little corner towards the back of the library, where the self-proclaimed books are I sit hard at work, trying to Ace my exam so I can finally intern at a magazine or what I really want is a newspaper actually anything will work right now.

See I’m a journalism major, I to write, dig interesting material and scriptures up, from the past things that are so forgotten about they are almost lost.

My name is Spencer Carlin, I go to Brown University in Providence Rhode Island.  It’s a great school that is one of the reasons why I chose it; the other should be arriving anytime soon!

It’s a lot different from L.A where I spent my high school years. I miss L.A the weather oh, the weather. My family I think I miss my dad the most. See he was there for me when my life was changing, he got me the real me. My mother never got it, I resent her for that.

Rhode Island is somewhat similar to Ohio the place I was born and raised until high-school that is. My mother moved us away and to L.A for her job. I miss the snow in Ohio but I guess I will have it now that I’m in Rhode Island.  Everyone made fun of Ohio calling it “farmland” and it is but not like it was it is so built up these days that agriculture is down. I know a little bit too much but see I love little facts.

So know I sit in the library searching through the archives of the New York Times, for some type of mini fact forgotten for my paper, it’s as interesting as I hoped. I start to get into it when I’m shocked out of my concentration.  I hear a loud snap, and then a pop can gets slid in front of me and a bag of my fav. Salt-n-Vinegar gets dropped on the times.