In a way, it’s tidal. Or at least it should be. A rhythm of inflow and outflow. During the semester, books trickle into my office, barely noticeable at first, then building in strength and volume as the assignments mount. At the end of the semester, they’re supposed to flow out.

As it stands now, books  have piled up on the floor and on my desktop. They’re teetering on top of the filing cabinet and bedside table, threatening to tumble every time I open a drawer. 

These are textbooks, volumes I collected for my research paper (due today but submitted a few days ago — whew!) and other volumes I’ve checked out of the Georgetown library because … well, they have just about everything the public library does not.

This year’s secret weapon in book removal: the textbook rental plan. Some of these treasures are due back in days or I’ll pay a penalty. Now, if only all the other books in my house were rentals, too.