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Warning for cursing, because this needs cursing to be involved in some form.
For the love of all that is holy, is it that much to ask to keep your laugh quiet? To the point where I don't have to deafen myself to not hear you? I would have been in my room rereading the play for tomorrow, but no, the TV is on at high volume, so I came to the lab hoping for peace and quiet, and you come in, so I start up music. It's going fairly well, and then BAM you laugh and disrupt me doing homework. While you look at FACEBOOK. And, very loudly, make it apparent to the world that you are NOT trying to be productive.
Yes, this is a public space. It is also the computer lab for the whole of the apartments, where people who don't have access to computers otherwise come to do their fragging HOMEWORK, like sane people, and keep their browsing of other sites mostly quiet, aside from the occasional quiet snigger. Also, it is past quiet hours - you know, the thing where you're supposed to keep your voices down because other people are trying to sleep? We need to have those apply in here too.
And when people can hear you through HEADPHONES with SOUND going you are too loud. I've tried drowning you out before, you know. And you know what I had to get the speakers on? 70-80. And there was still leakage, and I didn't want to further deafen myself by going beyond there. Without you present, I can keep it at 10 or so. TEN. That is a difference of 60-70 sound. And that's not to mention the guy sitting in the front row with only his ability to concentrate to drown you out. Abrupt loud laughter? Loud screams? Running out of the lab unexpectedly? Does a huge slagging blow to that.
It is the beginning of week 2. I get that you might not have that much to do right now, because classes haven't picked up yet. But other people do. Other people have 5 classes, with multiple labs, and ridiculous amounts of reading and analysis to do. Lucky for me I only have three, but they're all writing and reading intensive, so it kind of averages out, I suppose.
If you were just beginning this quarter, it would be one thing. But nope, you started last quarter. At around MIDTERMS. When there are going to be lots of people coming in and out and printing things for class and finishing essay assignments and trying to work. And you've never quite gone away since.
Yes, I do have a laptop. I tried having it with me last quarter, after I called my parents and had a minor breakdown over your inability to be courteous to others. I'm also dealing with being addicted to online gaming, and the sudden unrestricted access to that via my laptop completely killed my grades. I'm sorry to say that I don't trust myself with my own laptop yet, and as such, I have to come in here. And then there's my roommate, whose laptop died freshman year and never quite recovered. She relies on the lab as much as I do. We have a solution for talking to each other without disturbing other people. It's called Facebook Chat. USE YOUR RESOURCES.
Have I tried to talk to them? Yes. I talked to them on at least three separate occasions. They quieted down for that night, with minimal re-introduction of volume. The next time it happened again, so I asked again. And again. It didn't sitck, obviously, or else I wouldn't be ranting on Livejournal right now. And if people have to keep asking you to do something, you might want to just consider doing that something on your own to save them the trouble of asking.
THANK YOU FOR LEAVING. ... I can still hear you THROUGH THE DOOR.
Also, it is common courtesy to leave the room the way you left it. Those chairs were not scattered around haphazardly and half in the walkway to the back, laptop-specific table when you came in. I know because I have been in here longer than you have, and it was not that way.
If you want a private place to talk, there is such a thing as reserving a study room from the library. You're in a group, you'll be better off than I will be coming back through campus in the dark at midnight, campus safety escort services or no.
The only thing that has stopped me from beating the crap out of you with a baseball bat is the fact that I'm not that kind of person. But I'm coming dangerously close to it, with every day you blare your personal lives to the world.
I've written 810 words on you guys above.
For the love of everybody's sanity, please don't make me write more.
The Very Aggravated Author Of This Journal