I'm sitting in the library right now, a place formerly known as something of a knowledge haven and a good place to chill with friends. Times have changed, as have the teachers. No longer does a pregnant Mrs. E walk around, humorously cajoling the students. The impending birth of her baby had lightened her mood considerably at times, but the mood swings that accompany pregnancy took their affect on her as well. The new year rolled around, and the new face of the librarian beamed and smiled at us as we entered the double swinging doors.

"You can call me Ms. Media." She smiled again.

She seemed nice enough, we all thought. Ha!

Barely three periods into school, the reformation had begun. Sitting alone in the back corner of the library, quietly watching a soccer movie, the sound muted, I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. I turn to face the still smiling Ms. Media.

"This is a place of learning. Please no videos. They're distracting."

She must be kidding. Who was I distracting? There was no one within fifty feet of me, and the sound was off as it was!

The next few months were brutal, a constant battle of library domination between the boys of the senior class and Mrs. Media, the new librarian. We understood that we were being dicks, but we're boys, that's what we do. The relationship reached an all-time low when she caught me watching another movie. (Quick side note: as I was writing that last sentence, she just came over and took the soda bottle from my backpack. Strange.) Anyway, this was the dialogue.

"Ben, no movies allowed."

"Sorry, I must have been distracting the zero people near me."

"Come with me, we need to have a little chat."

"I'm doing fine, thanks, I think i'll pass."

"Come with me, now." Very threatening, Mrs. Media.

"Ummm...nah. I'm actually not quite done with this movie."

"Why don't you go take a visit to Mr. Dean."

"There's no way I'm going to go visit Mr. Dean."

At this point, I began packing my back pack and headed for the door.

"Leave the library."

"Why do you think I'm walking towards the door?"

"Don't come back this week, we'll try again next week."

"Try what? To repair our "broken relationship", Mrs. Media?"

"Goodbye, Ben."

"We should talk more often Ms. M."

That was fun. I should talk to her more often.