Sixth.

I've realized over the past month that I am growing to love the sixth floor of the library just as much as I love the 5th. Prior to this semester, I never desired to claim the sixth floor as my territory. It was only that place I had to go to, if all the chairs downstairs were taken. Still, I've come to love the quiet, studious vibe it tends to give off- not as misfit-ish as the fifth floor.

Today the sixth floor has given me an assurance worthy enough to mention. A few minutes ago a boy sitting at the table in front of me got up to go somewhere and asked me to watch over his stuff until he returned. I smiled and said yes as I always do. I then realized that this occurrence has happened a lot over the past several weeks- strangers asking me to watch over their valuables. Now, many people would look at this and say, "Well that's easy, it just goes to show you that people don't trust one another anymore." However, I'd like to look at it differently. I'd like to look at these occurrences as a reassurance that our society still can trust one another.

How did that boy not now that once he left I wasn't going to grab his MacBook Pro and jet set it out of there? By asking me, a total stranger, to watch his belongings, is basically saying that he, as a person, is representative of the truth that we there is still some trust that exists within our human society. I think in our current world, it is a challenge to see it this way- amoung the cheaters, liers, and slanderers flooding our government systems, media, and workplaces. And perhaps this is just my ideology talking, but I'd like to think of this as a reassurance that as a human race, we haven't reach the total incapability of being trusted. yet.