I don't want to seem like a total putter-downer here. But when it comes to school at Augustana, weeks seven and eight seem to be the beginning of crunch time on campus. It's two weeks before final exams, a time in any student's life which can be overly-hectic. Augie has ten weeks in a term, and on top of exams, every teacher assigns a HUGE essay which is always worth roughly 20% of your overall grade for the term. My life, in other words, is spent in the library so I can get my essays done in a relatively timely fashion before finals week. But lo and behold, it's HOMECOMING WEEK. So the library (not to mention the dorms, streets and quad) is constantly being invaded by "ooh"ers and "aah"ers from classes past. All overly-impressed by the improvements made on campus and generally unconcerned with the fact that the current students are about to lose a night of sleep, on a weekend, no less, because their studies are being interrupted by questions and generally loud behavior. I love Augustana, but I hate homecoming week.
No, I don't care that you're at a frat party flirting with/trying to get in the pants of a 20-year-old woman.
No, I don't care that you're reminiscing on the good ol' days.
Yes, I care that I can't do my job as a student and pass a class because of these activities.
Is this mean? I hope not. I'm just venting here.