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Dear Frat Boy (Undoubtedly) in the Study Carrel Near Me Whose Voice Whose Volume You Did Not Even Try To Suppress When You Picked Up Your Cell Phone And Had a Three-Minute Conversation Sounds Exactly Like I Expected It Would (Gravelly and Stupid),
FUCK YOU. I DON'T CARE when you plan to have dinner; I DON'T CARE about the party that you are going to tonight, and I would certainly appreciate it if you wouldn't slam your backpack and keys on the desk and if you didn't slam your carrel door so hard just now that the plaster shook and my computer actually bounced a tiny bit. You are the reason why undergraduates can't have nice things.
Sincerely,
Daphna
PS: If I can't even get silence in the grad stacks, is nothing sacred?
[UPDATE: And if you could stop smacking your lips and sounding like a cow chewing her cud, that would also be great. Thanks.]
[UPDATE, two seconds later: AND GET OFF YOUR FUCKING PHONE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!! I just knocked on his door and said, "excuse me, these are meant for silent study I'd appreciate it if you could get off your phone thanks." He closed his dinky little flip phone without even saying goodbye. I win.]
[UPDATE: But now he's rustling his notebook pages with a particular fervor. Bastard.]
FUCK YOU. I DON'T CARE when you plan to have dinner; I DON'T CARE about the party that you are going to tonight, and I would certainly appreciate it if you wouldn't slam your backpack and keys on the desk and if you didn't slam your carrel door so hard just now that the plaster shook and my computer actually bounced a tiny bit. You are the reason why undergraduates can't have nice things.
Sincerely,
Daphna
PS: If I can't even get silence in the grad stacks, is nothing sacred?
[UPDATE: And if you could stop smacking your lips and sounding like a cow chewing her cud, that would also be great. Thanks.]
[UPDATE, two seconds later: AND GET OFF YOUR FUCKING PHONE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!! I just knocked on his door and said, "excuse me, these are meant for silent study I'd appreciate it if you could get off your phone thanks." He closed his dinky little flip phone without even saying goodbye. I win.]
[UPDATE: But now he's rustling his notebook pages with a particular fervor. Bastard.]