The fourth floor of the library is quiet. Too quiet. Something is amiss. I must admit I'm a little bit worried. My laptop keys and some guy about 20 feet away moving in his chair are the only noises I hear. No cell phones playing stupid rap songs (you know you just listen to the whole song and never pick up- pointless), no loud slurping on Javalanches (the most delicious thing to ever come out of a library other than Jane Austen), and no loud talking about the most amazing plans EVER for Saturday night by girls with no reason to be here other than to morally support their "studying" friends.

It's about 5:30 pm on a Saturday afternoon. I trudged up here after lunch at 2 pm to get work done on my Jane Austen long paper. Yes, I have a paper about a topic relating to Jane Austen, yes, it is for my Jane Austen seminar, and yes, it was the best class ever (Daphne is in it too!). I will definitely go on about that one some other time. Back to the library.

On a rented laptop, I start filling in the gaps in my outline. 30 minutes pass, I check my email, and glance around. Even the guy at the desk about 15 feet behind me is quiet. I'm in one of my favorite corner comfy chairs, overlooking the wooded walking trail through the corner windows. The urge to take a nap is overwhelming.

Maybe it is quiet because the girl at the front desk just announced over the intercom that the library closes at 6 pm on Saturday nights. Maybe Trinity students just absolutely love to do their homework. Or maybe it is finals. Ending my fifth semester here, the safe bet is finals. Ahhh finals. The panic-striken, caffeine-consuming, glorious exemplification of the crazed college student. Some medicate with coffee, others food, or even alcohol. Most, like myself, just actually study. The library gets iffy this time of year. Some floors are dead silent. You so much as unwrap a granola bar and ten pairs of eyes will give you the death glare. Other floors, like the third floor (the entrance floor) are the designated break/social area. I either avoid this place or camp out for hours on end, only breaking for bathroom and another cup of tea. I'm annoyed that I have to pack up my things, but deep down I'm happy that I get to go back to my room and relax for a little bit. Near by, a guy groans and curses at the closing announcement. I notice how tense he is, how hurridly he types while hunched over his laptop. One word spoken around him would probably end something being thrown at a very high speed toward toward the perpertrator's head.

Quickly I gobble down my reward cookie for getting work done. He boy gets up and leaves. Good thing its so late on a Saturday, or else my noisy cookie wrapper would have sent me straight to Disruptive Finals Studying purgatory.