Sunday, December 5, 2010

health hazard

While the Law School Administration fails to understand the seriousness of the undergraduate infestation, the undergrads continue to pose a serious health hazard to the law school community, as evidenced by the student across from me who is intently studying his Chem 216 quiz and simultaneously (and continually) picking his nose.

This isn't some furtive, one-time nose-clearing event. He is repeatedly DIGGING AROUND in his nose with his finger.


Friday, October 8, 2010

Headphones make noises in head!

How drunk and/or high were you that you thought that the noises coming out of your computer were coming from your earbuds?

You know those little plastic things you stick in your ears that make sounds when you plug them into your computer? Remember how they sound different from the tinny speakers on your laptop? Yeah. Thought so.

So, let's review:

The first clue ought to have been: no sound from your earbuds.
The second clue ought to have been: the way the sound seemed to echo all around you.
The third clue ought to have been: everyone staring at you angrily.

When I had to come over and tell you to turn your music off: that wasn't a clue. That was just irritating. And you had a calculator with you. Not smart. Clearly you don't know the title of this blog.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Where did all the undergrads go?

Oh that's right, they graduated..

Thankfully they sent their families.

Otherwise, what would I do with all my finals rage?

You are pushing a stroller, gtfo.

You are taking a picture of the reference desk, gtfo.

Your daughter was bouncing a ball in the reading room, gtfo.

I know the reading room is one of "America's Favorite Buildings" and all. But seriously, it is finals week. The reading room is not a tourist spot. GTFO.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

We're Famous!

So, I was in a coffee shop this morning and seated next to a couple of extremely loud undergrads who also happen to enjoy the reading room (surprise). Anyways, the topic of the Arizona immigration law comes up, and one girl says to the other, "Did you see that law school reading room blog about it?...It was, like, funny and informative." Damn right.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

thank you lsss..

...for making me a hypocrite.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

b-students in our territory

Hey B-School Guys,

If we can't use your gym, any part of it, at any time of the year, you CERTAINLY can't use the law student side of the law school reading room. Especially not to have your constant, annoying, quite-audible conversations with your feet up on the table. And yes, we can hear you talking about us. And yes, you look extremely silly dancing around in your chair.

So don't go around insulting us when you get politely escorted out. GTFO.

An Unfortunate Goodbye

Dear undergrad b-school boys:

We are sorry you got kicked out of the law school section of the RR. Apart from being members of the school that enforces this rule, we sadly had nothing to do with your particular removal. (In fact, I'm pretty sure your bright pink "Ross Business School" course packets were kind of a give away for the monitor walking around.) As you were leaving though, you gave us the most gracious parting response and we just wanted to thank you.

But the next time you decide to call a random law student a "bitch" for no other reason than that she is a woman and she happens to be sitting near you, have the decency to say it to her face. We'd ask for an apology, but we'd prefer you just don't come back.

if you're a sick undergrad and leaving tissues on the table....

stay on the undergrad side......


Three undergrads cross a velvet rope

They look around. See a law student get up. Settle upon the total three seats he has vacated. WHAT DO? Moral to have them removed?

Thank you

To the 1L who just shot down that undergrad who walked right by the velvet rope and then had the audacity to ask you to move your coat from a chair, I thank you. That girl is a menace - a repeat offender who takes up multiple spaces with her calculator and graphing paper and power point notes. She needed to be stopped. Thanks for stepping up.

The Reading Room is Arizona and You are the Undocumented

We the Law School Militia exercise the right, pursuant to Article IV Section 4 of the Constitution, to protect our Reading Room from undergrad invasions.

Those who desire to enter the land of plentiful table space will be required to present proper papers:
- Law School ID
- Transcripts and FAFSA records
- Knowledge of case law English

We reserve the right to search and question those who we reasonably suspect to have crossed the velvet rope border illegally. Reasonableness is defined as the ordinary law student standard. Suspicious status will be determined by, but is not limited to, books, fraternity/sorority gear, attire and shoes.

If we have probable cause to believe you are in violation of these requirements, you will be removable.


[GTFO-undergrads is a joke, but SB1070 is not. Here is a list of 5 actions you can take immediately to voice your opposition to the law, including signing this Petition. Read ongoing commentary at Immigration Law Prof Blog]


Exhibit 1.

Exhibit 2.

Can't read so good today.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

IF you can read.

There is a not-so-subtle velvet rope. There is a big red sign. Hell, there are lots of small yellow signs, two to each table. There is even half of a reading room that is not reserved for law students. Yet there's still a boy with a calculator sitting across from me picking his nose. A young girl next to him eating her snacks with a nifty sorority bumper sticker on her laptop.


Tuesday, April 20, 2010

You're lucky your boyfriend is cute.

Look, bitch, when you sit next to your boyfriend, point at my laptop and whisper to him, I can tell what you're talking about. You're lucky the boyfriend is cute, because otherwise that shiny white Mac would be covered in red blemishes. Now shut the fuck up or get the fuck out, because people are trying work.

You are not a note pad

If you still think your forearm is an appropriate place to take notes, write to-do lists, or doodle... gtfo.