Not mine, certainly. The ones – the undergrads-, rather, who also at times sit in the library carrel I inhabit right now. I’m working, but distracted by the writings on the wall.
We have the typical signatures, “DHS 11/15/05.” “Brobs” was apparently here often from October to December. Some desperate student philosophized, “It’s just one grade,” another found that “Calc II = Hell.” A girl with bubbly handwriting lamented breaking up with her “perfect BF” for a “kid that smokes & wears an earring” who she may never even talk to.
I know they’re predominantly over 18, but some times I’m just so struck by how young they are.