For Christmas, my parents gave me two bookcases. Below is a photograph of one of them.

Bookcase

Getting the bookcases from the post office took considerable effort, since each box was taller and heavier than I am. With the help of someone with a van, I was able to get the boxes to the lobby of my residence hall at lunchtime. I had to leave them there, because I couldn’t possible carry them up the stairs myself. In the evening, I importuned some people who were about to leave the dorm to go work out, and they helped me get them up the stairs.

I put one of the bookcases together last night; the other will wait until Abby and I have an apartment. The assembly was made easier with another Christmas gift: a ratcheting screwdriver with multiple bits. Five shelves, twelve quick-fastening devices, twelve pins, thirteen screws, forty-five nails, and more time than I care to admit later, and I had a bookcase. You can see photos of the construction below.

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