Whether the semi-anonymous, partially transcribed note below represents a real problem or the ranting of an overworked, under sexed law student remains to be seen. I've reprinted portions below without permission because I know that's the kind of thing you people live for.
Friends,
You all know who complains around here, and normally speaking, I ain't her(sorry Dorothy). I've gotten to the point where I can no longer hold my tongue.
Why, in the name of all things holy, do we feel the need to lend or rent our facilities to people not associated with the law school? Its annoying enough during the semester, but this close to finals it approaches aberration magnitude.
The problem isn’t just that they are outsiders, (which is a problem enough in and of itself since we leave doors unlocked and valuables unstowed around here) but that either they were not made aware of, or refuse to follow the simple rules of decorum around here. In a space of less than two hours tonight I was interrupted by a plethora of exciting disturbances not limited to but including: . . . [kids that] proceeded to use a table, a couch, even the faux-fichus as jungle gyms . . . .
To make matters (much) worse the condition of the second floor lavatory
was roughly akin to that of the Greyhound Bus at the tail end of its run from El Paso to Cleveland. There was trash left on the floor and in the chairs next to the court rooms where the WWE roundtable or whatever was being held. Its ree-forkign-diculous. I frankly don’t care if it’s the Texas Mock Trial Association, the Boy Scouts of America, or Mother Teresa’s Little Miracles, if they can’t behave like human beings, they shouldn’t be granted access to the school….especially three days before fucking finals. . . . .
In non-law school realted news, a
fichu is a woman's triangular scarf of lightweight fabric, worn over the shoulders and crossed or tied in a loose knot at the breast. A faux-fichu is a fake one of those and presumably not the most frequently used jungle gym apparatus.