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Kimberly Chou: Finding a sense of place in books

Bear with me: A lot of undergraduate students end up writing theses to conclude the best four years of our lives (college, supposedly). But I completed (and finally printed, bound and turned in) my English thesis earlier this week, and am only now emerging from my writing-induced fog. The scruffy, unwashed types wandering down from Kerrytown or out of FedEx Kinko’s toward the bars Monday afternoon were most likely not overenthusiastic students getting a head start on St. Patrick’s Day, but members of the thesis cohort finally emerging from the library and into the true bliss of second-semester senior year, blindly turning to the sunlight after one last, brutal all-nighter, like the cave dwellers of Plato’s allegory.