That would just be Finals Week, with added accoustics and danger from Mother Nature. 

Our campus is nationally known/registered/etc as an arbor, meaning we have roughly 3.5 gazillion trees. We got an inch of ice on Monday night, on top of some lovely snow that was already present and then another 1/2 inch of snow on Tuesday. What hapens to trees when you freeze them and drop an inch of ice on them? 

We rearranged finals so no one had to leave their rooms on Tuesday, but it's really only made things worse. Not only to we all feel like hell but our campus looks like frozen hell. It's this vast wasteland of broken trees and mangled wooden carcasses, with the sounds of chainsaws in the distance. 
 
Tuesday night we went out to survey the damage and found that they had cordoned off most of the campus with crime scene tape. Mother Nature murdered our trees. Where's Horatio Cane when you need him? 

Our ginormous weird-arse bell tower that on a good day looks like a futuristic ruin from Atlantis was covered in a sheet of ice, all the paths to it blocked with trees that had fallen like ancient sentries, the lights shining dimly  up at it through fallen limbs and ice and snow. 

The sidewalks became our personal skating rink for an hour or so while we slid our way around the branches and debris. Kitty and Ziva and I just sort of gasped and joked our way through it, and came to a consensus that we really needed to look into hiring ourselves an ice bear. 

Everyone was sure they' move finals on Wed, since you still couldn't set foot on campus without dodging gigantic falling branches. But no, our school doesn't love us that much. Instead they made sure the grounds crew was on the lookout for any desperate students standing around under groaning arboreal structures. 

Eric and I nearly died after leaving our Spanish final yesterday, as a matter of fact. Had we left the building about 1.2 seconds sooner we would have had a couple of lovely concussions from a gigantic goddamned branch decided it just couldn't take life and the 500lbs of ice any more. 

As we blinked down at the thing that might have but totally didn't kill and/or maim us, we both shared the identical looks of near-disappointment. "... I nearly missed my final in Hell Class," I mourned. 

"That would have been awesome," he sighed. 

"We should go for a walk in the woods." 

We grinned. But of course we couldn't, because the whole point of Finals week is Thursday night, when we all get to the point of 'fuck off, life' and go get hammered at the Dark&Dirty Bar.