Isaac Newton Knows How to Party

We forgot to close the door to the study room tonight, so the whole library got to hear a brief and passionate discourse on equilibrium until the man in a green shirt with green bleach blotches and tortoise rimmed bifocals came to shut it because for heaven's sake "There are people trying to write papers out here!"

Nothing, however, was said to the mother of three who held screaming twins, one under each arm ready to fire like bazookas, while the other held fast to her pant legs as she tried to make her way through the aisles to find "Dora the Explorer" on DVD. Nor the pair of tweens laughing loudly over an issue of Teen Vogue in the corner by the water fountain. Or the dude slowly going deaf because his laptop was giving an unsolicited (he thought seemingly silent) concert of the kind of music with the language my father doesn't even know exists. Or the woman outside petitioning every exiter about the latest scandal Walmart is inflicting on our innocent souls and how can we even sleep at night?!

So, pardon us if we seem to have gotten a little caught up in fictitious David and Goliath sling shot simulations and Newton's law of inertia. Heaven forbid we talk above a whisper when you're trying to write a paper out there, because we're learning about constant velocity in here thank you very much, and maybe just for once we might be 0.000001 nanomilligrams excited about it.