An ode to Davis Library
We can’t forget about the streakers
While it may not be officially cram time yet, Davis still plays a very important role on campus. I mean, where else can you study eight stories into the air?
I, along with many other Tar Heels, have learned to appreciate Davis even in its off-seasons. Yes, it has some flaws, from the tiny cubicles with profanity written on the sides to the study rooms that are NEVER available when you really need them to the rows and rows of books that no one ever reads, but there are so many great things about it too. For instance, that eighth floor couch room view, am I right?
But for real, Davis has been my top study spot for so long, I might as well pay room and board there.
I actually owe my existence to Davis. My parents used to talk in the carrels when the whole building was brand spankin’ new back in the ‘80s. That’s right, without Davis, I might have never existed.
No matter what your connection to them is, those quiet rows and squeaky floors make for one of the best study spots on campus. Sure, the Undergraduate Library (or UL because saying the full name feels weird) has its perks. There’s the media lab in the basement where you can watch all of your video editing homework assignments at a desk. There’s open air tables so you can keep up on what everyone else is working on. But Davis definitely provides the most diversity and enough space for everyone to get some elbow room.
You can even choose your study experience based off the level of noise you like while you work. If you like a quiet area, you should probably move from that first floor couch to an eighth floor desk.
Speaking of experiences– we can’t forget all the lovely streakers that cause everyone to stay up past midnight the night before their first exam. Thanks for keeping things interesting and always rated-R.
So, Davis, thank you for always having a study room door slightly ajar so ya girl can get some group projects going.
Thank you for the third desk on the right side of the sixth floor, aka my favorite spot (don’t get any ideas people).
Thank you for the always-interesting graffiti on the bathroom walls.
Thank you for the couch rooms with the great views where I can stare into the sky and zone out for a good three minutes before realizing I have to do some work.
Most of all, thank you Davis for always letting me stay late until 2 a.m., usually not because I’m so busy, but because I like to procrastinate.