填空题 It was 2 a.m. The library, flooded with white fluorescent light and smelling of musty books and sweaty sneakers, was eerily quiet. My readings seemed endless. I had been ________ a three-course, yearlong freshman program called Directed Studies, dubbed Directed ________by Yalies. It was supposed to introduce us to "the _________ of Western civilization," in the words of the catalog, by force-feeding the canons of philosophy, literature and history