On Visiting the National Library for the First Time

I went to the National Library a couple of days ago for the first time. Which might actually be a shameful confession since I am a Literature graduate and all. I took the LRT to Carriedo and then took a jeep to Kalaw but got off too early so ended up having to walk even farther than if I had just gotten down at UN avenue.

I admit I was a little excited, giddy at the thought of finally visiting the library and exploring its books but after a long walk and then being turned away to get a 1x1 pic for the library card, I was a little put off. After all the requirements had been completed, I finally got to go upstairs and lose myself in its annals... meh. Not very inspiring.

You're only allowed to look for two books at a time and have to pass some sort of hierarchy of grumpy librarians who will check your call numbers before they let you near the shelves. I'd normally root for librarians but there's nothing like being treated like a high schooler to dampen any scholastic zeal, I think.

But then again, maybe I'm not giving it a chance, maybe my expectations were too high. We'll see how next time goes.

Oh by the way, happy singles awareness day.