My mom is
in love with Amazon.com. Since everyone else in my family is congenitally
incompetent at buying Hanukah/Christmas/birthday gifts, Mom is responsible for
choosing gifts for everyone to give everyone else. (This practice results in a
great deal of surprise every time someone opens a present, since neither the
recipient nor the giver know what it is, and by that time, Mom has forgotten,
and therefore doesn’t know either.) Given Mom’s proclivity for incurring
stress, she loves the convenience of shopping for everyone without ever having
to leave her desk.
Amazon; I love my mom’s love of Amazon. It means I never have to worry about my
schoolbooks because within two seconds of me handing her my book list, she’s
already found hungry college students pawning their un-opened Linear Algebra
books on Amazon.com.
accordance, I seldom buy my books at the MC bookstore. On Wednesday night,
however, at five o’clock, I found myself staring open-mouthed at the apocryphally
long line. Being in need of a geology lab guide, I had to brave the MC
bookstore eventually, yet, as I stood on the precipice of the great adventure,
I conceded an early defeat, cowed by the length of the line.
reasoned with myself. I had an hour and a half before geology class and no
matter how scary the line looked, it couldn’t possibly take more than an hour
to get through. On the off chance it did, I could just duck out, head to class,
and come get the guide later. Only being a week into classes, I didn’t have
much homework to occupy myself with anyway.
myself for the epic wait, I daringly charged in and located the manual.
Clutching my prize, I negotiated my way into the line and so it began.
recall exactly how, but within a minute I had become involved in a conversation
with the man in line behind me about how I usually get all my books on Amazon.
I then learned that my fellow student and conversationalist would be
transferring to the University of Baltimore to study pharmaceuticals. He told
me about going to high school in Africa and only studying biology, chemistry
and physics. Nothing else.
Africa are you from?” I asked.
This got us
talking about the Democratic Republic of Congo, a nation bordering Tanzania. I
had done a semester long project on the region last year. (See my past blog:
“What Would Sikitele do?”)
I know that
my fellow bloggers have already written about the amazing diversity at MC, but
I’m writing about it again. It really is amazing.
My enjoyable conversation with my fellow student demonstrates the nature of
MC. It is a learning community, where
people from all over the world can come together and discuss global issues
while waiting in line to buy books.
soon I reached the front of the line and bought my book.
“It was nice talking to you,” I
“You too!” he replied.
I looked at my watch as I left. 5:20. Twenty
minutes had passed.