Notre Dame... How I loathe Thee

I have found yet another reason to not like Notre Dame. Besides the fact that everyone and their sister touts their sports programs as a result of a mandate straight from Heaven, something happened that frustrated the socks off of me.

When it come to me and writing papers, there is one phenomenon that occurs when Jeffrey Simpson gets serious about the task at hand: That is the occasional pilgrimage to the Hesburgh Library.

I got to the Library a little after 10 p.m. I started to look up books, and found very few. After riding the super-elevators up and down from floor to floor to little avail, I finally had one place to look. In the basement, I hit pay dirt. I found the exact things I was looking for... the same things I typed in the search on the computer that showed no results.

Its almost midnight, and its time to go home. Any resemblance of a librarian leaves by 10 p.m. As a result I am left to use the electronic self-checkout. I run my I.D. through the scanner and type in my pin. After several attempts, the computer prompted me to see the "Monitor" a.k.a. the Library Police. I talked to one of the people, in which they said to try the other computer. Same lack of results. I was then informed that the only thing left was to come back tomorrow after 9 a.m. and before 10 p.m. Anybody want to go to Notre Dame with me after church?