danger zone.

The exam period is an interesting one.
The library becomes a hunting ground, with people stalking the IT rooms ready to pounce on the first available computer they find. Eyes dart from side to side, looking for any excuse to lash out and hurl a keyboard at the closest unsuspecting student who so much as blinks at them the wrong way. When 3am comes around, there are students clinging on to their desks for dear life, screaming at the staff that they will never leave.
Slight exaggeration on my part.
Regardless, tensions are running high and for two to three weeks of every year, the library transforms from derelict, forgotten land to the most wonderful place in the world.
Two guys were having such a heated argument last night that I genuinely thought one of them was going to throw the other out of the nearest window, which wouldn't have ended well since this was on the third floor. It was around this time that a member of staff entered the room, threatening to fine anyone else who decided to talk. Personally I think most were to afraid to even open their mouths to breathe at this point, but it seemed to do the trick and I could go back to the wonders of Geoffrey Chaucer without wanting to hit the two loud-mouths with my 686 page long anthology.
It was a little later after being brave enough to venture out to the vending machine, only to find almost everything gone except Fanta (yuck), that my eyes started to blur and the desks were starting to look a bit more comfortable than they probably are, when I decided to admit defeat and head home. The journey down the three flights of stairs wasn't quite as perilous as the earlier one going up them, where people literally fly past you screaming their warrior cries as if going into battle, when actually they are only attacking silent study area, level 3.