Working at a University
A Bibliophile’s Paradise
My Dad bought me two very old math books at a yard sale more than twenty years ago.
I first saw those two books on top of a small table under the shade of an old tree. Intrigued, I delicately held each book in my hands as I perused through its pages, completely stunned that this knowledge existed decades before my time. One was published in the 1890s and the other from the 1940s. I was hooked.
I realized at that moment that knowledge, unlike diamonds, is forever.
I wanted more. Fortunately, years later, I was able to work for an endowment at a great school that has an incredible library. I would spend many of my lunch hours walking over to the library from my office and check out several books for me to read and study. The subjects varied from history to statistics to literature. It didn’t matter what I read as long as it piqued my interest as I would stroll through the book aisles at a leisurely pace.
When I left the University to work at a VC firm, I felt a sense of loss because I no longer had access to their library. At first, I didn’t know what to do. Though I had access to the public library, the books I found there left me wanting.
But then I discovered a monthly book-sale held by the Friends of the Palo Alto Library. I was ecstatic to find that the type of books they sold for a dollar or less were similar to those at the University library. I finally had the opportunity to build my own library with incredible books.
I now have over a thousand books. But I still long to return to that University library. I may have to go back to that school and get a job as a librarian in order to quench this thirst for knowledge.