Midterms are happening over the next two weeks. I must be wearing my fucking invisible study paint, though, because common courtesy seems to have gone out the window. If you’re in an area chatting with your friend, I’m not going to sit down and study and then whine about you making noise because you were there first. But if I’m sitting in a quiet area (and not just any quiet area, a research lounge that actually has a sign posted for quiet on the wall) and you decide to come in with your boyfriend and giggle over pictures of prom dresses (seriously? Prom dresses? You realize there’s no prom in university, right?) or talk obnoxiously loud on your cell phone.
I hate you, you stupid, rude, noisy bastards
—wants to throw things at your head
This article appears in Feb 4-10, 2010.
LOL…..oh the built up sexual frustration. Get yourself to The Palace.
I hoped you reamed them out… the inevitable awkwardness afterward would have been enough to get you your quiet room back.
90% of the time this strategy works 100% of the time.