I sat there watching the people go by, grabbing books off the shelf, writing papers, studying hard. Everyone had their own agenda, a list of things that needed to be completed before the semester ended and time was running short. Deadlines were fast approaching and more and more books seemed to be flying off the shelves just to be put back in the same place. There had to be more to life then this rush, this fast paced life of a very busy college student. All I saw day in and day out was students studying, that no fun was had no life was lived. I decided that I had to leave and see what the rest of campus life was like, this couldn’t be it.

I walked over to the chapel and peeked in the door seeing the student body worship together, and I was amazed. Then I walked outside and felt the cold breeze hit me, a shiver ran down my spine and I headed over to the building where the students ate. I looked through the window and saw laughter and joy, who knew that this was here. I went inside and walked down the stairs and saw students playing games in the gym forgetting for a moment the work that needed to be done. I ran out again going to the buildings where classes were held seeing only a few sleeping but others seemed to enjoy what they heard. Then I went to the dorms where the students slept. The lounges were full of laughter but also stressful worried looks as the students started to panic over the work that needed to be done. Then they all left and went to slept some staying up way later then they should and I decided that this life wasn’t so bad. I went back up the hill and back into the library, my home, and sat back on my shelf awaiting the new day and the new rush of students.
Morning came and so did the workers, then finally the students, starting a new day of stress and fear of not meeting that deadline. All of a sudden a library worker took me off the shelf and claimed to have “found” me. I didn’t even know I was missing I had been sitting in the same place I had always sat day after day. The worker received a prize for a job well done and I got put back on my shelf.
To those who care, adventuring is not for the books to do– it is for you the reader, and students can still have fun in between studying and classes, I have seen it. There are other books like me that are still “missing” and it would be nice if they were found.
Signed,
The book that saw the world (at least Cairn campus)
~Interpreted and Illustrated by Hannah Hannon

In the span of the past year or so, the Masland Library has upgraded the study areas in the building in order to provide the students of Cairn University with greater comfort for the long hours of reading, a quieter atmosphere for quality study sessions, and even more advanced technology options for those of us who forget our laptops, phone chargers, or earphones all the way down in Heritage Hall. Some of these additions are obvious and exciting – others are subtle, yet essential to the academic success and the mental sanity of the students of the university. The exciting additions are as follows:
In the blink on an eye, any country in the world can be taken out with nuclear weapons. Technology has become life threatening; however, few seem to worry about its effects. People are blind to the direction the world is headed in. Omar N. Bradley once said, “If we continue to develop our technology without wisdom or prudence, our servant may prove to be our executioner.” In the same way, Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 alludes to the current modern-day world. American society believes it has met the peak of intelligence; however, Bradbury shows his readers how negligent American society has become through the chaos within the culture, which ensues when wisdom and youth are neglected.
This semester I have had the privilege of interning at a drug and alcohol rehab center for women. It has been an experience that I would not trade for anything and also one I wish everyone could experience. Addiction Recovery is hard, it’s not pretty, and it makes people vulnerable. However, it also makes people search, makes them available and makes them open to new ways of life. You see, we all search for things to fill us, to make us happy, or cheer us up. People in recovery are the same, they looked for things just like I do, and you do, and the difference is that they landed on a substance and not a Netflix show. And the ONLY THING that separates me from them, you from them, is the grace of God alone. That could be me, should be me, and could be you.
Vulnerability can be defined as the state of being exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally. And nothing stings more than the vulnerability of uttering those three little words: “I don’t know.” It’s a phrase that clings to the vocal cords like peanut butter to the roof of your mouth, and we have to use it more times than not if we’re honest with ourselves. If all the knowledge to be obtained were a circle, the knowledge any one college student possesses would be nothing more than a pen dot within it.