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Break In at the LibraryBy Evan Nehring
Through the portals of time, this is Evan Nehring from 1987. With the aid of 1.21 gigawatts and a flux capacitor, I've traveled back in time to investigate a disturbance at the library...
As is the case with nearly all college students, my job is a very big part of my life. I am a security guard on campus here at North Central. People often ask me if the job is dangerous or scary; after all, I do have to make outside rounds every hour, often late into the night. In all honesty, I feel very safe on the streets carrying my big, heavy flashlight, mace, handcuffs and a phone. Though it may sound funny, I actually get a far greater “thrill” from checking the library at night.
Every Saturday at 11:05 p.m. I must go from the safety of my security office in Miller Hall to do a library search. I really do love old buildings, yet there’s something about the T.J. Jones Memorial Library that is very eerie at that time of night. The small amount of light received from a streetlight or a lamp left on gives very little comfort. As I walk up and down dark hallways and through the empty rooms I grip tight my flashlight, ready for defense. As beams of light from my battery-packed weapon fall upon dozens of old pictures, pieces of aged architecture and rows of ancient books, chills often run up and down my spine.
I suppose it would be pretty easy for me to turn on a few lights. I’m not sure why I don’t. Although it may be in the interest of time, I think it’s more likely that I just enjoy the challenge and excitement of leaving them off. Admittedly, this part of my round does not fill be with anticipation the way it used to when I first started as a guard. I guess I’m getting used to it. But barring any unusual circumstances, the library search has the greatest part in keeping me awake and alert between eleven o’clock and midnight each Saturday.