The Library
I despise the library at the onset of finals week.
At the table immediately in front of me sits two young gentlemen who arrived and promptly began blasting music through their mp3 players so loudly that it could be plainly heard at my table and the table beside them. My only consolation is that they will eventually go deaf from playing their music that loudly, but it will be a slow road to deafness and I can't take much pleasure in eventual pain when what I really want is to inflict it in the here and now.
Sitting at the table behind me is a young lady who can't stop talking about some drama she's dealt with on the interweb and her extremely flatulent male friend.
To my left there is a table with three girls who can't shut up. They seem to think that talking in a whisper will be enough to absolve them of the sin of not being quiet when other people are trying to study, but they can't quite seem to grasp that a decibel is a decibel whether or not you happen to bring your voice box into the equation. They also won't stop laughing, loud and long, at every little thing they say, and they obviously missed the sign that greets students as they get off of the elevator admonishing them to "please put your cell phones on vibrate." You haven't heard Funky Town until you've heard it blasting from a tinny cell phone speaker in the middle of what's supposed to be a quiet zone while you're trying to study for an exam you have the following afternoon.
There is a study group at a table that's actually quite far from my own. That doesn't matter though. They're loud enough that I can hear everything they're discussing for their group project loud and clear. Nevermind that the library offers special rooms for people who have to do group work. Nevermind that they could easily have their gathering on the first or second floor, both areas that aren't "quiet zones." No, the only place to sit and do your group work is in the middle of a quiet area, and you have to do it as loudly as possible or there's no hope of getting an A.
Meanwhile I sit here, quiet, studying. The girls at the table next to iPod dumbass sit quietly rolling their eyes whenever the braying donkeys at the adjacent table start laughing about the cute guy they totally saw in class that day, because it really is funny that you saw him sitting there. He's totally been in that class all semester, and totally, like, was there today for a like review or some shit. Isn't that just wild? Isn't that the funniest goddamned thing you've heard your entire fucking life?
The library needs to come with guns. Silenced, of course.
At the table immediately in front of me sits two young gentlemen who arrived and promptly began blasting music through their mp3 players so loudly that it could be plainly heard at my table and the table beside them. My only consolation is that they will eventually go deaf from playing their music that loudly, but it will be a slow road to deafness and I can't take much pleasure in eventual pain when what I really want is to inflict it in the here and now.
Sitting at the table behind me is a young lady who can't stop talking about some drama she's dealt with on the interweb and her extremely flatulent male friend.
To my left there is a table with three girls who can't shut up. They seem to think that talking in a whisper will be enough to absolve them of the sin of not being quiet when other people are trying to study, but they can't quite seem to grasp that a decibel is a decibel whether or not you happen to bring your voice box into the equation. They also won't stop laughing, loud and long, at every little thing they say, and they obviously missed the sign that greets students as they get off of the elevator admonishing them to "please put your cell phones on vibrate." You haven't heard Funky Town until you've heard it blasting from a tinny cell phone speaker in the middle of what's supposed to be a quiet zone while you're trying to study for an exam you have the following afternoon.
There is a study group at a table that's actually quite far from my own. That doesn't matter though. They're loud enough that I can hear everything they're discussing for their group project loud and clear. Nevermind that the library offers special rooms for people who have to do group work. Nevermind that they could easily have their gathering on the first or second floor, both areas that aren't "quiet zones." No, the only place to sit and do your group work is in the middle of a quiet area, and you have to do it as loudly as possible or there's no hope of getting an A.
Meanwhile I sit here, quiet, studying. The girls at the table next to iPod dumbass sit quietly rolling their eyes whenever the braying donkeys at the adjacent table start laughing about the cute guy they totally saw in class that day, because it really is funny that you saw him sitting there. He's totally been in that class all semester, and totally, like, was there today for a like review or some shit. Isn't that just wild? Isn't that the funniest goddamned thing you've heard your entire fucking life?
The library needs to come with guns. Silenced, of course.