Just a theory.

Bobst library has eight-foot-high plexiglass suicide barriers on all of the staircases and balconies, and yet everyone knows someone who knows someone who knows someone who had class with someone who knows someone who jumped, or if they don't, they got the e-mail about it the day after and scratched their heads and wondered "How did they even do that?"

And with this question, this doubting of the impossibility of climbing the suicide barriers, your mind starts ticking. You examine the staircases and the railings. Maybe if you dragged a chair into the hallway? Learned parkour?

It's the kind of thing that, until you put any sort of thought into it, it seems impossible. But as soon as you consider the fact that people have, and do, and will continue to jump from the tenth floor of Bobst library, you can't help but think of how they managed to beat the laws of physics and actually succeed in doing it.

Call it morbid curiosity. Even when you begin to get your mind around how to do it, you back off, because clearly only the truly desperate scale ten feet of plexiglass to get up close and personal with the tessellation on the floors below, and you're afraid if you figure it out, you'll join their ranks.

I'm not desperate. I'm not suicidal. I'm just in the library and I can't help but thinking about it. Most of the study stations overlook the atrium that is a favorite among suicide divers around here. So when you're procrastinating on your writing the essay homework (like I am now), it just kind of... happens.

So I haven't figured it out.

-Leez.