A2: Reclaim Linderman! Part 2

Good evening my gallant comrades,

Today we shall continue where we left off. If you have not read part of this escapade I recommend you do so now (link below) because it is about to get very juicy like the slice of orange exploding in the mouth.

Now before we begin, I must humbly ask for your forgiveness for Part 2 was meant to go live on Friday, yet here we are Sunday night. May the meat of this message and hopefully its humor temper your righteous wrath. Let us begin!

From Earlier: “Grab your popcorn for the plot thickens. The milk has begun to turn to cheese. There I opened the door to the Director of Linderman, Mr. Boaz…”

I slowly opened the door and there he was, the head librarian himself, waiting like a vulture over a dying animal. I go sit in front of him assuming that these issues will soon be solved, for how crazy is it to want a quiet library, however something is amiss for the tension was so thick that it could be cut with a knife.

So I begin to discuss how it has been quite noisy in the hallways and at the tables, and BAM before you know the castle gates are already under siege. Simple little me who just wished to study in peace now has been put on the defense.

I am accused of aggressive harassment of the librarians, vandalizing the front door with intolerable fliers, and just being an unnecessary nuisance that must be silenced.

In the first moments I was shocked. Me? Certainly there must be some misunderstanding for we are on the same team! We both want a quiet library…or do we? Maybe the library and the school for that matter is not meant to be functioning properly. Do I perceive too much? It could be so, but bear with me my mighty warrior for the tentacles of this monstrosity before us are deeper than we could hope to imagine. For behind the scenes seem to lay a puppet master weaving the strings of this school to some ungodly end.

But back to the meeting, we argue back and forth like two duelists beneath the midnight stars (A piece of advice, whenever you have any of these conversations, always make sure to record it, to be able to keep an accurate record of the conversation).

I would ask if the workers at the front desk could tell some of the loud students to be quiet while walking in the hallways. Just when I think we may have an agreement the conversation would be shifted to a new topic in the process destroying any blocks that had previously been assembled.

It was as if I were arguing with a ball of slime. Every time we would begin to talk about actions to resolve the problem, the discussion would be shifted and ooze between my fingers beginning the process anew.

After an hour and a half of this slop, I felt as if we had spun in circles with no change or even a path forward on the horizon. However, even against rogue-like wounds, I would not submit. Attempting one final thrust to change anything for a itty bit more quiet, I ask why not do a survey to poll the students. If none agree with me in this crusade, and I truly am the odd one out, I would lay down my arms and exit in defeat.

Yet again, another rebuttal about how I had to be an expert in surveys to make such a suggestion, and any ad hoc survey I could make would be too low, too pathetic, to be used for such a prestigious school as Lehigh. Please forgive my simpleness in my little Google Form (data from that will be published soon for you to see). Hopefully it did not reek with the stench of poor quality.

There, the meeting ended. I was sent to the door wondering if this conversation were real, later receiving an email, truly providing no meaningful changes. Our talk came to nothing.

This left me at a crossroads about what to do. On one hand I could give this all up for it seemed that the entire library was actively striving to keep this library loud, and all I would do is continue up the chain leading to the same answer.

However, to leave after such an effort would truly be a sour ending. So, taking matters into my own hands, no longer would I meet with the director of the director. It was time to send a message, one they would not be able to ignore.

And so this ends part 2. I was tempted to complete the story today, however wishing to keep these short and sweet for you, the third part will have to wait until Friday. Then you will begin to see how deep this rabbit hole truly goes.

Hopefully these first newsletters were enjoyable. I do plan on slowly sprucing up the colors and designs, so any suggestions/comments would greatly be appreciated. Also, a new flier will be prepared to spruce up our message. Once we get up to 50 responses, I will start meeting with the deans and causing a bit more havoc 😁.

Please consider sharing this newsletter and the form with others to get the message out there. As a bonus, if you can get two people to fill out the form or one person to sign up for the newsletter, I have a pack of gum to give you for such honorable work.

Finally, here is a direct response from you guys, about the change we are causing. Never give up, never surrender! Comments like these do mean the world to me, so thank you.

Your humble servant, Francisco Pereira

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