Upenn Chemistry Library Novels & Stories

“Why is she so nosy?” Anthony sighed as soon as Jessica and Jaden were out of sight. Immediately, he got up and packed all the chemistry and physics text books into his school bag. He hadn’t come here to read chemistry. He came for something else. The university's mini library was hardly used because there was a much bigger one in the main campus. The main library was so beautiful and it even had a museum in it. The e-library and ‘graphic charts' that helped aids explanation for any course, was a huge topping on the parfait.

Well, they do out in the wild if they feel intimidated. Never mind. Having enough of the burger, I placed it aside and grabbed my Chemistry notebook. I was simply going to review today's lesson since there were things that I was still unclear about. I know, I'm such a nerd. Here I am, in the library, just got out of my AP Chemistry class, and I was already reviewing today's lesson. How nice. As I continued to try and comprehend my rushed handwriting, I heard the front door of the library open. That's strange, nobody ever comes down here except me.

Now the countdown to the exams had begun, both the car park and library were busier than a normal Saturday when the power of Hypnos usually triumphed in the student world. At the main desk, he asked the woman who checked in his book returns whether Penny was working today. She glanced at his library card before handing it back. “You’re in luck, Alex. She’s in the basement sorting out the dissertations and theses. New lot in soon.” He thanked the woman and made his way down to the lower level. Rows and rows of castored shelves surrounded a number of large rectangular tables and chairs. Today, most of the shelves were fully open and Alex walked along the edges looking for Penny.

ZION We were sitting in the local library trying to figure out the best chemistry project to do for the science fair. Since the school was so small, they didn't have a library so we had to use the one in town. Not many people came to the place though, only a few seats were taken with students who finished school about an hour ago. An old lady sat behind the counter at the entrance. Her head buried into a book and not paying attention to the people around her. The only time she picked up her head was when someone spoke above a whisper, shooting them a deadly glare before returning to her book.

The place had only a small couch in the living room and a bed in the bedroom, but it was everything to a girl who had lived in a medical school dormitory her whole life. "I love it!" What was there not to love? It was a three-story building and I was on the top floor, which gave me a perfect view of the city. I could imagine myself looking down at the hustle and bustle while sipping coffee. I was sure I’d be able to see the Statue of Liberty if I had a pair of binoculars.

Whatever he would even think about a cancelled study session. I pull on my Yale hoodie, pick up my annotated copy of The Great Gatsby, and go. Sterling Memorial Library looks like a cathedral that someone decided should also contain books. Vaulted ceilings. Stone archways. Windows that filter afternoon light into long pale rectangles across the reading room floors. The whole building operates on the unspoken agreement that serious work happens here, and the students bent over tables throughout the main study area seem to have received that memo without needing it explained. I find Eli immediately.