I hate this time of year. Final Exams.
You would think Final Exams wouldn't matter to me, since I don't have any. You would think that, but you'd be wrong.
I don't have Final Exams, but I still have an ass-load of work and research to do. Research which involves using the library - which is now cluttered wall to wall and floor to ceiling with gibbering, snoring, shuffling and vibrating undergraduates. They're everywhere! They're like a fucking swarm of locusts, devouring journals and filling the air with their incessant din. I want them to GO AWAY.
I had to get to the library at 9 am yesterday just to get a table at which to work. If you don't go in until 10 they're all taken. All of them. And there is nowhere left to work. So I have to go in first thing in the a.m. and stake a claim, then leave some stuff there marking my turf whenever I need to use the loo or, god forbid, step outside for a lungful of non-flourescent air and a gob of nutrient.
In a couple of weeks it will be over, though, and then i can have my goddamn library back. I mean, what do they think they are, students or something? Bah.