Allow me to set the stage.
In case you haven't recently been to the new and huge Student Union Building at Weber State, which cost millions and millions of dollars, and is undoubtedly a big part of the reason my tuition keeps going up, it was built with the theme "students please hang out here so we can try to make Weber State cool." There are couches and tables and chairs absolutely everywhere. (Of course they are all purple, why would you even ask that?) And so people sit, lounge, sleep, chat, shriek, yell, high-five each other, talk loudly on cell phones, etc. I have no problem with this behavior, as that seems the obvious design and intent of the building. HOWEVER, in a distant upstairs corner of the building in a room with glass walls and one door, there is a room very clearly labeled "QUIET STUDY LOUNGE." It's painted on the glass and it reaches from one end of the wall to the other. How could anyone miss that?
Moving on. My butt has been planted in the far corner of this room for at least 3 hours now. And I have encountered several people who are illiterate or stupid or both. In order of appearance:
- Short guy with the long mullet who came into this quiet study room with no other purpose than to hit on me. He lingered outside the room a moment (glass walls, remember?) as I watched him decide to come in. He meandered past many empty couches, tables, and chairs toward my distant table in the back corner. He pulled out the chair right next to me and sat down (gutsy, I'll give him that). He must have quickly spied the ring on my finger, (but too late - he was already committed) since his first question - loud - was "So how long have you been married?" I answered in the tiniest breathy whisper I could to helpfully illustrate his inappropriate volume. "Lucky guy," he says, still using his confident loud voice. He asks what I'm working on, and I tell him a project that's due in an hour. Still didn't take the hint that I'm incredibly busy and definitely bothered by his intrusion. He asks half a dozen mindless smalltalk questions at full volume. By now, other studiers in the quiet room are looking over and watching, as they can no longer study with this going on. So I ask confident mullet, "Did you come in here just to talk to me?" No answer. "Because this is a quiet study room, and so I don't think we're supposed to talk in here." He extended his hand for a handshake, and said "Nice to meet you," even though neither of us had exchanged names, and he left. I got a few sympathy glances and smiles from nearby eavesdroppers.
- Study group of 3 guys from probable middle-eastern descent who also did not read the sign. They talked amongst themselves, answered a cell phone call, and enjoyed a grande bag of potato chips here in the quiet study lounge. And not just a little bag of chips from the vending machine. No. A big-ole bag from the grocery store. He brought that bad boy from home. Every time he enjoyed a bite I hated him a little more. It's not like you can reach into that bag silently. Nor can you chew Lay's crunchy potato chips without actually crunching.
- I get that people need to do their jobs. I do. And yet I am absolutely astounded and more than slightly outraged that Mr. Vacuum Operator has decided that right now is for sure the best time to get his vacuum on in my quiet study safe place. He got every inch of this tan+purple mix carpet. He even pulled out all the chairs at the table I am sitting at (excluding the one held down by my bottom) and vacuumed all around my feet. He was very thorough. And all I could do was watch him, because I certainly could not feed my brain with this going on.
I am still sitting here in the quiet study lounge. I'm waiting for my night class to start in a half hour. But now I no longer wish to study, I only wish to belly-ache on this here blog. Good thing I brought my laptop.