I'm getting close to done with my work for the semester. The long-dreaded formal methods project is essentially complete, with my paper having been submitted Tuesday night and my presentation for this Monday already 85-90% complete. The project for my graphics class is an almost guaranteed disaster at this point, but it's so far gone that I've given up on worrying about getting it to work and am instead trying to just make it presentable, which actually seems like it won't be that hard. In my networks class, the paper is being handled by the entire group, and I managed to heroically cough up four and a half pages of draft today, very nearly completing the sections that I said I would write.
The problem is that I have about a paragraph and a half left to go, I'm tired, and either my upstairs neighbors or the people living next to them have decided to throw a Loud Student Party. I don't think I've encountered any of these in my time living in Spartan Village. I am very grateful for that fact, and I am saddened that I am now being reminded of why I dislike Loud Student Parties so intensely. There is a constant stream of bass noises coming through the ceiling. There are people half-yelling things indistinctly. And, most irritatingly of all, there are periodic shoutings of, "Woo."
They aren't Ric Flair. They don't have the right to say that. And they certainly don't have the right to interfere with the overtaking of one of the many obstacles between me and my degree.
I hate people when they're not polite...
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