Saturday, 2:26 pm
The libraries and their cafe carts must be involved in some sort of elaborate scheme to force studiers to purchase goods. There is no other explanation for the Arctic temperature of the Frisc. After a couple of hours of studying, when the bone-chilling freeze sets in, there is no option remaining except to purchase warm liquid.
Sunday, 11:16pm
Someone's phone was not on silent in 00 decibels, of all places.
No, you and I canNOT write a Bad Romance, because your library etiquette is not up to my standards.
No, you and I canNOT write a Bad Romance, because your library etiquette is not up to my standards.
Sunday, 11:10 am
Monday, 10:42 am
There are so many grown-ups! They keep emerging, from study rooms, from elevators, from the staircase. And they're speaking at a normal volume level! Don't they know this is a library? Don't they know what 25 decibels means? (If they do, they should probably tell the students sitting here.)
Monday, 10:40 am
There are 10+ nicely clothed adults milling around the basement, staring into study rooms, peeking around corners, whispering to each other. What is going on??
Sunday, 2:11 pm
In an effort to alleviate crowding, the Frisc has brought in large, rectangular, white tables and placed them haphazardly in the 25-decibel zone. Despite the general largess of these tables, Frisc users seem to think they are a portable item. Though outlet proximity is a problem, maneuvering furniture should not be an accepted library practice. That line of thinking clearly does not exist in this space, though.
