Know what I hate? It struck me that a few days ago, in school, there really is no priority for Sixth Former students, despite the fact that our grades are far more important than whatever the lower years have to accomplsih. When you're in school, in the library doing highly important coursework with nearing deadlines and trying to manage the weight of four A Levels whilst still dedicating the appropriate amount of time to a UCAS application, I don't expect to have to, when break-time rolls around, have some snotty-nosed year 9 telling that they've "booked this computer you have to go now".Politely, I moved myself to a corner of the library to do further textual analysis of 'The Great Gatsby' because right now I'm not feeling the most personable of people. I then overhear the year 9 and his group of friends laughing as they joke about things like annoying teachers and slow internet speed. Oh, and video games."But then I through the flaming sword and the goblin and cut his hand off which I wore as a hat because it makes you invisible to the witches with octopi for brains so then you can rescue the key to the kingdom of magic and fire-breathing toadstools and--". I didn't hear the rest, because I left my work to go and complain to the librarian who, in her completel incompetance, merely told the year 9s to keep quiet.BITCH I'M NOT COMPLAINING ABOUT NOISE. Honestly, the fact that a number of sixth formers were moved off the computers so a bunch of spotty, pre-pubescent nerds can talk about nonsensical rubbish that has absolutely no positive effect on their education is beyond ridiculous. We have University places resting on the shoulders of our grades and how on Earth are we supposed to spend our time wisely wasting away on a corner when we need the internet facilities that are being disrupted and misused by Skyrim whores.