F*ck Davidson Library (Explicit)

Dick Hurtz:

Don’t you hate it when you have a lot of studying to do?

Don’t you hate it when you go to the library, only to find douche-bags talking like it’s a friggin’ club?

I can tell you after spending twenty three days in the library last Spring, I am officially sick of the Davidson. Fuck it. At first it was cool; the library seemed quiet and peaceful. It was much different than home, which seemingly had non-stop drama.

After a while though, the library’s ugly side reared it’s head and took a shit all over me. I began seeing the same people, over and over again, acting weirder and weirder.

There was this one guy who liked walking back and forth, from the computers to the front desk. He bounced when he walked, like he was on the moon. One day his cell phone rang and he picked up. It was his mother telling him that she missed him. He began talking shit like no other and hung up on her. Wow, what a dick.

There was this other girl who was doing the same; ragging on her mom in front of people trying to study. Do you not understand that your drama is being aired to fifty students in this concentrated area? Are you not aware you seem like the biggest ungrateful bitch at school?

There’s also the top floor of the library that constantly creeps me out. The bottom floors of the library could be completely empty, but after you walk up the stairs to the top floor, it’s a completely different story. One day during Spring finals, the library was a ghost town. That’s odd, I thought to myself, the bike rack is completely full. I walked up to the top floor for the first time and peered through the entrance door.

It was the weirdest experience ever. There were twenty tables, each with twenty students at each, studying intently. They were all blinking in unison, and they all raised their heads in unison when I walked in. I guess the sound my shoes made were pretty loud compared to the stillness of the room. Even the lighting in the room was creepy; everything seemed to be a dark red/pink. I proceeded to walk past everyone, to the other end of the room, not knowing where to go. After reaching the end of the room, I looked around, pretending to look for someone I knew. I peeked at my cell phone in a nervous reaction, then walked around the edges of the room back to the entrance/exit.

Then there’s the twenty four hour study room.

It’s not that bad, except when people start listening to the iPod at full volume. YOU ARE DISTURBING EVERYONE WITHIN A FIVE PERSON RADIUS. Wow, do you really not care about your eardrums at all? Are you that deaf you have to crank Rick Ross until your ears are bleeding all over your homework?

The twenty four hour study room also gets a lot louder than the library during peak hours. Please everyone, this is not Bill’s Bus. You want to party, go to IV – leave everyone who’s trying to study, alone.

In the end, I got A’s and B’s in my classes, no thanks to the library.

I had to get a freaking Adventure Pass so I could park in the middle of the forest to study.