| Library Etticet (or however you spell it)I have a lot of time between classes and work now, so the lovely library has pretty much become my second home. Which isn't too bad, I mean, I like libraries. It probably doesn't help much that where all the tables are is right next to the history section, but I get my work done. It's the people that bother me. There is a sign, that reads, as you walk into the library "NO Cell Phones, NO Food, NO Drink". Well, that should settle it, shouldn't it? Oh no, we're going to loudly talk on our cell phone (Yeah, I'm in the library right now, where are you?) while we eat our nasty smelling 'food' we got from the over priced cafateria and noisly slurp our coke product (heaven forbid we serve Dr. Pepper). It get's so annoying when you go to the library to work on something in the quite library free from distractions (unless they are trimming the trees that day, I mean, watching people climb trees with chain saws is very distracting) and then some girl starts chatting on her phone while some other person is chomping away on an apple. Really? That call is SO important that you have to not only take it IN the library, but talk loud enough so that the WHOLE library can hear you? And you can't eat somewhere else? No one wants to smell your food. Ever. Especially when you aren't hungry. Or what's worse, when you ARE hungry and it makes you hungier, but because you obey the rules, you're waiting until you're done with everything to eat.
And it might partly be my fault this stuff bothers me. I hate hearing myself eat stuff, much less other people, but serously, if I can hear you chewing from across the room, you are definatly eating WAY to loud. Tables are pretty scarce in the library. If you are going to sit there and read your People magazine on how messed up Brittney is, DON'T TAKE UP A TABLE!!! Go sit in a chair and let someone who needs a table to spread out two text books, a binder, a notebook and a calculator use it! The same with using a lap top just to go on to Facebook. Sit in a chair! What's even more scarce are the covetted Study Rooms. A whole tiny room all to yourself to bask in the glow of flickering florecent lights and sit in complete silence as you studty. I love these rooms. They're great. There's no one eating loudly, no one screaming at someone on a cell phone. Except that there're IMPOSSIBLE to get! And it's not the studious studiers who get them. Oh no, its the people who cram like six people in the room designed for two people and laugh so loud the front desk actually comes and tells them to shut up. It's those people who get the rooms. And they don't study. They laugh loudly, take off their shoes (YUCK) and take chairs from tables so that you get all excited when you find yourself a table to put your two textbooks, notebook, binder and cacluator on and.....there's no CHAIR! My proposal? Get rid of the periodical shelf so no one will be tempted to read People magazine at a table, install even more one person sized study rooms, add a 'no shirt, no shoes no service' sign and inforce the no cell phones, no eating no drinking rule with a hangable offence. Ok, maybe not hangable, but something pretty severe, like dunking in the fountain, which seems to be pretty deep, but I'm not sure, as I haven't fallen in yet. Another thing. Those wheeled backpacks. Sure, great, your saving your back. But have some curtesey for us people lugging around a thrity pound bag. WALK FASTER! And realize that you aren't just taking up the normal space that one person and their backpack take up, but the space of one person and however long your backpack handle is and how big your backpack is. Don't come out of a classroom, walk into the middle of a large crowd, and take up all this room and go painfully slow. And when you use the stairs, don't stop on the top/bottom step, push the handle back INTO the backpack and then pick it up and then go down/up the stairs and then stop on the bottom/top step and pull the handle OUT of the backpack, position it just so, and then start walking slow again. The people behind you have places to go, and are probably late to begin with and their 30 pound bag is really hurting their backs and they are thinking how nice it would be to have such a backpack as yours, but as they are really annoying with you right now, have sworn never to get one. Also, don't ask STUPID QUESTIONS in class!!! Professor rights y=x+1. Do not raise your hand and ask where the x came from. Professor is talking about psychology stuff. Do not raise your hand and ask if he knows the symptoms of ovarian cancer. And do NOT, do not EVER raise your hand and tell a personal story. NO ONE CARES! Serously. I'm sure you love your cat. I don't doubt that you love your cat. But I do not care what Fluffy did last night. Even if what he did is relevant to what we are learning. Honestly, this wasn't going to be that long.... Anyway, Maya is great. Yesterday, I was sitting on the floor playing with the Maxxman and she get's all jeoulus because she's not getting attention and comes prancing up to me and....spits a LIVE roach in my lap. Thank you Maya, how sweet of you...get it! get it! And I'm trying to step on it while she's wagging her tail "Aren't you proud of me?" and Max is sitting on my other foot, so I'm pinned to the ground with one leg, trying to reach the poor bug who by now is missing a few limbs and maybe an antenna and Maya's all "oh boy! you're playing with ME now!" I love her so much! |
