Med School Library
I am slowly coming to believe that this is my hardest semester...since freshman year at least, and I'm almost prepared to say my hardest semester ever. Hardest reading week, that's for sure.
3 papers, all due Friday, all at least 10 pages long. P.chem Monday. HA.
Monday morning I woke up at 5 am. No, not because of a stressful dream...the people in the room next to mine decided that this would be a good time to have a nice loud laughing session. 5 am. Monday of reading week. Hum. so, being only semi-conscious, but awake enough to be really mad...I did the childish thing, and I am still really embarrassed. Instead of being civilized and walking over to tell them to shut up, or even calling the master (god, but who wants to do that?), I banged on the wall...just once, but really hard. They shut up a few minutes later. But now, I'm embarrassed to even face them again. Because last night, they decided to play music really loudly and talk some more (granted this was around 11:30/midnight, but being sleep-deprived, this was when I wanted to go to bed)...and I felt too silly to walk over to their room and ask them to be quiet...because I'm the girl who bangs on the wall. UGh. The walls are so thin--I hate it. Ordinarily, it wouldn't be that bad, but I'm in the midst of the hardest time of the semester, and would like to get sleep. I'm trying to justify it to myself by considering that it's roughly parallel to banging on the cieling when people upstairs are being loud...right? God, I'm ridiculous.
Anyway, I'm hard at work at the med school library. First grad school apps due tomorrow...hahaha. Yeah...those will get in eventually.
3 papers, all due Friday, all at least 10 pages long. P.chem Monday. HA.
Monday morning I woke up at 5 am. No, not because of a stressful dream...the people in the room next to mine decided that this would be a good time to have a nice loud laughing session. 5 am. Monday of reading week. Hum. so, being only semi-conscious, but awake enough to be really mad...I did the childish thing, and I am still really embarrassed. Instead of being civilized and walking over to tell them to shut up, or even calling the master (god, but who wants to do that?), I banged on the wall...just once, but really hard. They shut up a few minutes later. But now, I'm embarrassed to even face them again. Because last night, they decided to play music really loudly and talk some more (granted this was around 11:30/midnight, but being sleep-deprived, this was when I wanted to go to bed)...and I felt too silly to walk over to their room and ask them to be quiet...because I'm the girl who bangs on the wall. UGh. The walls are so thin--I hate it. Ordinarily, it wouldn't be that bad, but I'm in the midst of the hardest time of the semester, and would like to get sleep. I'm trying to justify it to myself by considering that it's roughly parallel to banging on the cieling when people upstairs are being loud...right? God, I'm ridiculous.
Anyway, I'm hard at work at the med school library. First grad school apps due tomorrow...hahaha. Yeah...those will get in eventually.