Another thing I’m going to miss about uni is the computer lab(s). I’ve spent a small but important bit of my uni life in here, if it’s any consolation for the dollars I’ve given for this privilege. That is of course, if the dollars really do go here. Something tells me they do not. But forget it, that’s not what I wanted to write about anyway.
As you might have deduced, I am in the computer lab. Again. And I know it’s a public space and it’s a First Ammendment Right to freedom of speech (even though probably none of us here are even remotely American), but I should think it’s only natural to be just the slightest bit concerned when people start addressing their computer screens. Or should I say, cursing it.
I know what you’re thinking, you do it too. Hey, so do I. But only if the computer makes my life miserable (I mean, after all that technology you think they’d be that little bit more user-friendly and efficient and capable and intelligent…), or if I were doing programming. Which I don’t. But this lady’s computer was working fine. Heck, she was actually typing out what I presume to be her assignment, while cursing.
And so everyone in the computer lab tried their best not to stare at her when she started muttering, “F*** you, F*** you….”, mumble mumble mumble, “F*** you…”, mumble. And everyone tried not to be too disturbed when she progressed to, “I wish you were dead, f*** you, I wish you were dead, I wish you were dead, I wish you were dead…”
I must say even if it was the computer misbehaving, I’ve never heard someone wish their computers were dead before. In fact, if my memory serves me correctly, people usually try to curse it to life.
“I wish you were dead…” Getting louder and louder. “F*** you, I wish you were dead.” Mumble, mumble, mumble, and suddenly she started to cry.
The stress of being a student in week 11 of the semester perhaps. Or is this an Aussie cultural phenomenon that I seem to have missed out on in the last 4 years?
