Today, dear reader, we travel back to a simpler time. A time before no confidence motions. A time before anonymous blogs. A time before Teviot sold those nice pizzas. Let us go back to a time when there was one noble, righteous cause that any self respecting candidate had to have in their manifesto – the 24 hour library.
The glory days of the 24 library were undoubtedly 2010. After years of hushed discussion and crushed hope, the yearning for access to texts on ancient Welsh pottery around the clock led to a 700 strong occupation of the main library. This was the apex of the 24 hour movement, where anything seemed possible – the voice of the student body was heard loud and clear, it it was saying “We want to be hunched over our laptops at 4am, and we want to be hunched over them together.”
Of course, it was always kind of a crappy, badly thought idea. Although the idea of a 24 library was bewitching, in reality few people wanted to spend all night in a stuffy, harshly lit room with two other people, and the Hugh Robson building was available for those that did. In truth, the time and effort probably could have been better spent on other things. Now, there isn’t a single candidate calling for the main library to be open all day, and now the policy is consigned to the great manifesto in the sky.
But the “sensible” approach was never the point of the 24 hour library. It was never about what was “practical” or “useful”. It was about a dream. An unachievable dream yes, but one that brought us together, united in futility.
And if student politics isn’t about chasing impossible, pointless dreams, then what is it about?