Stuff Dartmouth Kids Like: All’s Fair In Love and Midterms
I don’t know about you, but around midterms time, I become incredibly cranky. All of my time and energy is put into making up all the work I haven’t done and preparing for the onslaught of papers and tests. I like to think I have a pretty high tolerance of people’s weird little quirks and habits. After all, I’m from New York City, and I go to Dartmouth — both places where public urination is not uncommon and is, in fact, a regular part of life. But more on that later.
The point is that everybody becomes a little worse of a person during midterms. We all focus a little more on ourselves, what we need, what we want. And that means our usual ability to tolerate the little joys and sorrows that make you who you are vaporize if you are listening to the world’s loudest music or talking on the phone when everybody can hear you. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m sure this column has been done before, but come on. Everyone loves complaining about annoying shit people do in the library.
Anyway, I blitzed my friends and asked them to tell me some library horror stories. Only three of them responded (you guys rock!), and here they are. Don’t do these things. Seriously. Everyone will hate you.
Talking Really Loudly About Your Personal Life While Generally Being a Bad Person
“This conversation just happened next to me:
’15 #1: Puh-LEASE.
’15 #1:She just texted me again. Like, she thinks I'm going to invite her to Mexico with us, but it is so not happening.
’15 #2: Really? Is she for real?
’15 #1: Yeah. She just goes, "Oh my God, that sounds like so much fun. You all are going to have such a good time."
’15 #2: Don't respond. Just don't respond. She tried to talk to me earlier, and I was just like…no.”
This one really speaks for itself, doesn’t it? Come on ladies, no one needs to hear about how fabulous your lives are. Once, I was on 3FB (so maybe this is my own fault), and I swear it was like a freaking ’15 convention up there. I mean, I literally thought with all the fake laughing and milling around these girls were practicing for rush. Oh, just a study break.
“During 11W, I was on the 3rd floor of the stacks writing a paper, and this girl started Skyping. She didn't even use headphones. From what I could tell, she was interviewing her grandma for some class, except her grandma only spoke Spanish and the girl only spoke English, so her mom had to translate for both of them, and it took forever. It was so loud and so ridiculous.”
Seriously, people, what are you thinking?? This is a little more forgivable because it was the stacks — no, never mind, if there are people on the three floors above and below you in the stacks, they WILL be able to hear you.
To Move or Not to Move?
“As king of the periodicals room, I thought I could leave my things in my usual alcove for an extended period of time. And by extended I mean two hours. However, upon my return, a girl had literally stacked my business up in a neat pile, placed it on the floor and set up shop in my territory. I glared at that b#tch and attempted to sit down and reclaim my throne, but she glared back, and I couldn't withstand her b#tchiness. So I left.”
This is the age-old question. When is it okay to move someone’s stuff? How much time needs to elapse? Some say six hours, some say one.
I am of the persuasion that during finals you are allowed to stake out a seat on day one of the 24-hour library and stay there until you are done, as long as you only leave to eat and sleep. During midterms the line gets blurred, but I still think stuff should not be moved unless you are SURE that person hasn’t been there for a really long time. A story of my own — once, I came back to find all my stuff moved to an empty seat next to my original place. What I still don’t get is why whoever moved my stuff didn’t just sit in the empty seat. Chalk it up to finals psychosis, I guess.