November 8th, 2006

Adrasteius: Really?  Really.

(no subject)

All right, I'm not going to be Miss Nice Girl anymore about letting people stay past lab closing time to write the last two stanzas of their poem or print the last 20 pages of their paper or whatever. This is not because of my desire to feel flush with power, but because the labs must close at 5 PM. Since the winter season is upon us, it is dark by 5:25. It takes me 20 minutes to get home. If I sacrifice five-ten minutes waiting for people to finish the fuck up, I have to walk home in a darkness that is much more along in its depth than if I left right at 5.

I do not approve of this.

I am so tiny that everyone mistakes me for a little kid (nobody here believes I'm a motherfucking graduate student) and sometimes I think my wrists are actually composed of loosely interlocking twigs as opposed to bones. Walking alone at night for me is very scary.

No more quarter, people >_