“Mom, can we go soon?” I prodded, interrupting her diligent studying. After three hours at the Saratoga Library, I had started to get antsy. She dedicated her Saturday to learning psychology; I, distracting her endlessly. Nonetheless, my mom never lost her patience. Handing me a one dollar bill, she sent me to the vending machine in the lobby—which was, secretly, my plan the entire time.
Our study routine didn’t last long; my mom earned her Master’s Degree just a year later. But I have fond memories of our library days. Grand architecture, cushiony seats, a hot chocolate machine—the Saratoga Library had it all. Most importantly, the Saratoga Library stood as a symbol of time spent with the woman I admired most.
Although the completion of her degree offered much relief, it also marked the end of our Saturday library dates. I wouldn’t require a study spot until many years later. Dependable, the Saratoga Library awaited my return.
Approaching my senior year, I found that my to-do list became never-ending. Whether I was writing a UC PIQ, or completing AP Government reading notes, I was (and am…) always working. My desk at home just didn’t cut it anymore. Stressed by every due date on the horizon, my August self realized I needed to focus. Thus, I turned to a method tried and true—studying at, you guessed it, the Saratoga Library.
Even though they are only open until 6:00 p.m., with the exception of Mondays and Tuesdays, the Saratoga Library offers the greatest environment for studying I have ever experienced. To capture the beauty of this building poses an immense challenge. The seating? Unlimited. The atmosphere? Silent. And do not get me started on the natural lighting.
In the Saratoga Library, I get things done. Feeling a sense of productivity unbeknownst to my at-home-self, I finally check items off my to-do list. However, whenever I visit the library, I cannot help but reminisce about my mom’s study sessions. Today, I fight the inner-child who wants to go buy oreos at the lobby’s vending machine.
To the beautiful library, on the corner of Fruitvale and Saratoga, thank you. I grew up with you.