I have found my happy place here at OU. I am sure that it will look the same in twenty years because I am sure that it hasn’t changed in the last twenty years. The fourth floor of the Bizell Memorial Library, the south side facing the south oval. There are six slim windows that pour in the mid afternoon light onto the two study tables. The shadows move across the tables and chairs in shifting geometric shapes the longer I stay. The chairs are barely held together and shake every time I shift positions. The wooden tables give off a mid 70’s feel and it smells of old books and musty air. Despite the aged carpet, and tearing fabric on the chairs, there is a unique charm. I don’t know if it’s the fact that it’s usually empty or I feel like I’ve transported to a different place in time at OU. Whatever the vibe, it is prevalent and in a way, comforting. The little corner I frequent isn’t necessarily special or appealing to the eye, rather it is quiet and open. It somehow reverses the effects that mundane schoolwork seems to have on me. To a point to which I almost don’t mind or even enjoy it. This is where I now come on a daily basis. I don’t want to share it or invite others because I don’t want to “decrease the peace”. I cherish this 4th floor: the windows, the views, the light, the smell, the outdated furniture, the “vibe”, it’s a good place.