Thursday, April 02, 2009

Go home.

Fun Fact:

If you are an undergrad, you are not paying First Born Child Status tuition for the dubious privilege of studying in the lawbrary.

And if you didn't sell your first born child to write that law tuition check, then, hey: you might not go here.

And if you don't go here, why in God's name are you and your hair twirling and your biology note taking and your OMG! Txting! infiltrating my library?

The conclusion is: if you are an undergrad, get out. You're not stressed. I hate you. And you're hogging the outlets.

I know, I know. Just yesterday, you squeaked to your friendly undergrad friends: "Oh! I do all my studying in the law library! It's so quiet!" Congratulations on the find, but being closer to law students will not make you closer to getting into law school. It might make you closer to death, but that's another story.

Here's the thing: we live here. Because of this, we recognize who is a fellow-sufferer and who Does Not Belong. I have the good courtesy not to jam to my old-person music in your dorm room: kindly take your John Mayer out of my law library.

Mmmk thanks.

4 comments:

adele said...

There are signs in the library of my law school on each of the tables, indicating that they're reserved for current students only. (There's one table for alums and visiting researchers.)

And if we catch any undergrads, we're supposed to tattle to the librarians so that they can kick them out.

no634.org said...

Haha! At my undergrad school they banned non-law students from the law library during finals. Probably for the same issues.

Courtney at Blogging Matilda said...

amen. best.post.ever.

(In)Sanity Gal said...

we're always complaining about how we don't have enough room in our lawbrary, but I guess the benefit is that we also don't have interlopers.

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