Besides the Cab Calloway display, my memories of Mugar Library at Boston University are mostly going there to read, and study, and write a paper (before typing it out, later).
It was quiet, and nobody bothered you. You could work. And get done.
There was one time when there was an event, in my freshman or sophomore year, for students to attend and be social. I went to it, and it was - OK, but then there were these Middle Eastern guys around, and - if someone wants to talk to me, I will probably talk to them, but if they are too pushy and overbearing, then - no. ...
This one guy was sort of - leaning in, talking - at me, rather than to me, and - not listening, just talking, not waiting for an answer. ... and then - not asking for, but rather, demanding my phone number.
I kind of resisted giving him my phone number. And then he became more adamant, and demanding. I thought fast, and said to myself, 'I can say No again and listen to him continue to argue, or I can give him a wrong phone number...'
I gave him the phone number of Mugar Library (I don't know why I knew that number from memory, but I did...).
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