Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Promgate 2.0?

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.

8 Comments:

At 4:56 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

What exactly happened...?

 
At 5:41 PM, Blogger Jon Swanburg said...

Omitted parts of the note include:

"In a space of less than two hours tonight I was interrupted by a plethora of exciting disturbances not limited to but including: Moms gossiping loudly about what’s new in the trailer park, the same becoming as annoyed as I at the interruption telling their brat kids to "Go Play" at which they proceeded to use a table, a couch, even the faux-fichus as jungle gyms.

A dude who actually walked away from the scrum presumably made up of his filthy spawn, down the hall to where two of us were *trying* to study, to take a fucking phone call. There was a white kid with enough soul to make the late, great, James Brown blush, running extraordinarily bad bullshit on a fat girl."

In other words, nobody knows.

 
At 6:22 PM, Blogger ALV said...

If this was going down in the library, I feel for them. But if it was in the hallway - it's time to shut up and walk over to the damn library, because that's what it's for. Sure, people shouldn't use our school if they're going to trash it (especially since we're expected to revere every nook and cranny of the building), but people who are that uptight about talking need to take a chill pill.

This is a slightly different scenario because it doesn't involve any alleged trailer park residents, but I find it semi-applicable: I was on the reprimanded end of a hallway shushing when having a group meeting that involved some role playing (ADR-style, nothing freaky) that inevitably led to some laughter. I would totally understand it (and be mortified) if we were disturbing a class, but we were disturbing someone "trying to study" at the next cluster of couches. Dude. You are *in the hallway*!! Since when is it unacceptable to converse while in a community area? Do you really expect everyone to cater to your bubble of silence? Why don't you go study at a football game, or a concert? Don't worry, you have every right to make everyone around you change their location-appropriate behavior to meet your demands. Oh, wait, NO. LIBRARY. It's almost like it's made for the express purpose of studying! How serendipitous!

 
At 6:46 PM, Blogger Jon Swanburg said...

Agreed. To add to your story, I hated people that made me feel bad about playing ping pong in the lounge.

 
At 3:17 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is this Promgate II? Sequels are never quite as good as the original!

 
At 7:18 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just a note: The library is rarely quiet. I have sat in there numerous times wanting to b*tch-slap someone for their excessive volume . . .

For some reason, the law school library is not seen as a true library.

 
At 9:15 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Quick clogging the industrial toilet on my third floor, and lay off whatever you ate for lunch yesterday, that was AWFUL.

Thanks.
From:
Baylor Law Library

 
At 9:41 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

It might be the high school mock trial tournament. I know they were around Tuesday night.

 

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