.People who fast to show their solidarity with the South African Black community and then don't do anything about racism and homelessness right here in Cambridge.

.Politically correct people in general.

Writers who don't write and artists who don't paint, but nonetheless feel no shame in sitting around the Signet or Adams House or Pamplona or their rooms talking about the books that they're never going to write and the portraits that they're never going to paint because they're too busy sitting around talking about them.

.The entire staff of the Advocate.

.Anyone who has read all of Ulysses.

.People who call movies "films."

.People who smoke but don't inhale.

.People who talk about the breakdown in the relations between the signifier and the signified and use all sorts of lit-crit terms like "transgress" and "privilege" as a verb.

THERE are also various forms of rudeness that I have noticed in greater abundance at Harvard than elsewhere that I would like to correct. I mean, I am really sick of the way people always tend to get into endless conversations while standing in the middle of an entrance, not bothering to notice that 22 people are trying to get by.

And I really hate it when people use the centrex phone as if the wall it's attached to outside of a building is their own room and not a public space. Mostly I'm sick of people too lost in their own worlds to notice how lost in their own worlds they are.

But hey, that's college. And I hope I don't sound stupid, after all I've just written, if I say that really and truly I love Harvard, pretensions and all. I'm just sick of it. And probably, at this point, it's sick of me too.

Which is why it's time for Spring Break.