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firestoneThere are a lot of things at Princeton that make students here feel warm and fuzzy. Late meal, for example. Free t-shirts. Professors who give out lots of A’s (grade inflation be damned) and a cell phone number with the casual “Call me if you have a question.” But despite the Princeton preoccupation with rating everything from courses to restaurants to campus sex hotspots (watch for the recent Prince survey for a comprehensive list), there exists no formal rating of the warmest, fuzziest parts of our lives: our libraries, each with a reputation as distinct as those of our beloved eating clubs.

Until we get a properly quantitative survey, you’ll just have to rely on random journalists’ views on the subject (The Press: telling Americans what to think since 1701!).  The Prince shared their opinion earlier this year; now, in honor of Reading Period, we at Press Club decided to give our own take.

So here goes.

Lewis Library

A library with a range of study environments, from the “tree house” to the Egg chairs (which, contrary to popular belief, have not yet been proven to cast grade-enhancing spells or whisper sweet, intellectual nothings in sitters’ ears, despite their exorbitant cost). Although, speaking of whispering — people are starting to take the “silent zone” thing really seriously in the tree house;  I’ve gotten dirty looks twice for merely sneezing in the place.

Marquand

Clearly the library in which to see and be seen. With those wall-to-wall windows and that nightly glow, Marquand is designed to lure unsuspecting students inside, like an exhibitionist moth to a flame. It is also, apparently, a breeding ground for such meaningful romantic (missed) connections as these:

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  stress of exams got you down? time to wallow in some bad karma!  [source: ArtMechanic]

stress of exams got you down? time to wallow in some bad karma! [source: ArtMechanic

As we slog on through the sheer hellishness that is reading period, complete with the perfunctory stupidity from old friends at home (“Why do you have your exams now? That’s just so…weird!”), I took comfort in getting an email from my dad today asking whether I thought he should interview prospective Harvard kids.

Yep, folks: the college interview season has begun for those sad souls out there who get to tear their hair out in pursuit of the perfect Ivy, and I must admit it’s really providing me with some much-needed schadenfreude.  Sure, we’re locked in Firestone from dawn till dusk and it feels like we haven’t seen a proper night’s sleep since the Stone Age—but hey, look on the bright side!  At least we don’t have to get dressed up for interviews with preppy millionaires who enjoy nothing more than crushing our hopes and dreams!

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