With a double-shot of noise

While I’ve moved away from campus, I still camp out at JP’s often, and it’s a nice, quiet place to study- its proximity to the law school lends it popularity among the grad student set and its comfy chairs mean we students tend to stay for a long, long time. I was there over midterms for most of the day a few days in a row, and I got a lot of work done. Nice, idyllic hours spent poring over notes while nursing our Texas Toddys.


“Oh you must be joking.”

It’s 10:30- 11pm on a Sunday night before a lot of us have exams on Monday. This LOUD noise keeps going off and people’s heads start popping up like lemurs, wondering who has spoiled our unspoken code of midterms= study and study= silence. We all look at each other with shifty eyes and the noise goes off again. And again. And again.

This middle-aged woman in the chair next to me, who is obviously not a student of any stripe, turns to me and stares at the side of my head until I notice her. I take my headphones off and she tells me she’s lost her bluetooth earpiece and would I mind getting up to help her look for it?


I get out of my chair, which I’ve been sitting in for hours, long before this woman even got there, and we start taking out the cushions and it keeps making that noise and people are starting to leave. I physically lift the chair to show her it’s not under there, and then promptly sit back in my seat while this woman keeps playing marco polo with her earpiece, completely oblivious to the pissed-off students staring all around.

I know full well that people have the right to drink coffee and hang out wherever they choose but campus area coffee shops in particular seem to have a distinctly different vibe, especially that time of day, ESPECIALLY this time of year. It’s rude to be completely disrespectful of everyone there if its obvious we’re studying- we could be in the library, but the library’s probably full, the lighting isn’t as good, and they don’t have cake. And it IS obvious- there are stacks of books and spirals on nearly every table, and the only sounds are low, murmured conversations. Learn to read a room, people. And don’t be rude. Finals are coming up at the beginning of May and some people might be a little less nice about your noise.

1 Comment so far

  1. Tim (unregistered) on April 13th, 2007 @ 1:15 pm

    Good luck with that. I think if you use a bluetooth headpiece you’re kind of the definition of an inconsiderate person who can’t read a room.

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