There’s nothing like spending the last two weeks of your redshirt (for my fellow athletes) junior year on the 2nd floor of the Davidsons Library.
Why the second floor?
Well for starters, It's close to the arbor (food) and also, for those who have been privelaged to have studied on such a floor, the windows bring in this essence of natural lighting that hits your skin in a way that not even golden hour could compare. You would think that on the second floor, NOT FIRST, but SECOND, people would be quiet and take regard for society’s common ticks and peeves, i.e. talking while studying.
I mean, I know I'm not a lone solider out here in these wylin’ Santa Barbara streets when I say that studying 👏🏼while 👏🏼people 👏🏼are 👏🏼talking has to be one of the most 👏🏼FRUSTRATING👏🏼 situations I have ever encountered..
Well, that and when people talk during movies.
Wow..
But for the sake of my sanity, lets PLEASE just address that epidemic at another time.
Anywho,
The not-so-silent, silent chatter.
The gum smacking.
The popcorn crunching.
And let me never ever ..EVER forget...the notoriousְ, oh so undeniably notorious, ~squeaky chairs~.
This is what encompasses what I used to believe was my oasis.
Unfortunately, finals week tends to bring out the worst in people (and now floors) so I have noticed.
These squeaky chairs are unlike anything you have ever encountered.
No Cap.
It’s hour 4. You’re in your prime. Grinding, nonetheless. The chair has been incessantly screeching for nearly the entire 4 hour duration though you somehow managed to block out the noise. But now, things are different. You’re stressed. The right hand rule has yet to be engrained in your Brain, and let me just say, the right hand rule of physics should NEVER take 4 hours to engrain in your brain. But now you take notice of this high pitched and undeniably annoying screech of a sound coming from none other than the ...
wait for it..
Squeaky. Chair.
A girl just left a desk with a squeaky chair!!! (Relief).
(Unfortunately, There’s a plethora of them)
Now youre probably wondering, why in the hell am i sitting here writing about some random ..
Oh my *?!@?&* ..someone JUST SAT IN A VACATED SQUEAKY CHAIR WHY IS THIS HAPPENI-
"Tania make an annoying face"
"Okay, but like Tania..without a smile.."
"Are you joking??? What is that fac- ..honestly, nvm. Ily."
Okay.. anyways, now youre probably wondering, why in the hell I’m sitting here writing about some random squeaky chair?
Well folks, allow me to place some ease upon your lingering curiousity.
I am doing this because I really want you all to take notice of the first world misfortunes I have been exposed to and further applaud my valiant efforts in successfully (or lack there of) trying to study for these not so enjoyable finals that my brilliant professors have bestowed upon me.
SO, if you notice I am a little more peeved than average, or If I sound a bit short over the phone..
NOW
YOU
KNOW
WHY
:’)
ANYWHO, instead of studying for my physics final, I am NOW gonna take it upon my self to write a strongly worded letter voicing how this #5 public university is in dire need of some new NOT SO squeaky chairs on the 2nd floor of the Davidson Library.
Thanks for listening to my TedTalk.
Till’ next time folks..
Best regards,
Tal.