Shields Library serves as a campus necessity. And, during finals week here at UC Davis, students will certainly find themselves spending uncomfortable, long, and boring hours studying there. But, what goes on when you simply go to people watch? The Black Sheep went to find out and logged our favorite moments.
We approach shields library and immediately find a UCD student with his head buried in his book, presumably giving up all future hopes and dreams during midterm season.
Upon entering Shields, we’re enveloped in a stifling humidity. The warm, stressed bodies of everyone and their mother seem to be taking shelter from Davis’ signature winter doom and gloom.
Spotted: a genius or a procrastinator? Time spent masterfully creating a four-in-one-colored pen instead of actually studying. This kid’s going places. Not grad school, but places.
Annoying whistling noise heard every two minutes. Source unknown.
Small awkward girl tries to pull out her wooden chair quietly but it ends up making a horrible noise that sounds like a dying elephant (you know the one). When she tries soften its cries by picking the chair up she accidentally drops it loudly. Shielding her face with her hair, she tries to hide her shame.
Needy momma’s boy sighs loudly to get the attention of the cute girl next to him. Is this flirting tactic more efficient than the usual “do you want to study together?”
Ok, who the fuck is whistling?
Spotted: White board with absolute nonsense written on it abandoned by its creator. It’s okay, we’d abandon any and all things physics related too.
A prospective student enters with his whole family, each member decked out in UC Davis gear. Even the baby wears a cow onesie. The high schooler’s face reddens as his mom makes him pose for a picture in front of literally every single thing in the library (books, random pieces of art, and even “real live students”). Every witness felt his pain.
Update: Cute girl next to needy momma’s boy has officially put in her headphones to avoid him. The universal sign for “Leave me alone, I don’t want to talk to you.”
Spotted: An entire table of students collectively spacing out. Is Shields any more than just a black hole forcing students to stare into nothingness until they realize they’ve wasted ten to a hundred minutes?
Update: whistling was just a very squeaky door
Student found falling asleep mid-sentence. Pen still in hand, she dreams of a world in which passing your midterms and getting enough sleep peacefully coexist.
Basic girl seen Snapchatting more than studying. If it’s not on Snapchat, did it really happen?
Death glares given to sickly freshman boy who keeps blowing his nose every other second and making a weird grunting noise to stifle his cough.
As we leave Shields we’re embraced again by the cold rain and see the same student buried in his books. That’s dedication, friends. Let it be a lesson to us all who enter the Peter J. Shields Library.
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