Claustrophobic Space

It's a term coined by Roland Barthes, to describe the Racinian tragic stage: all the characters talk about leaving, but none of them ever do. The tensions created by the stong, opinionated and slightly fucked-up characters in the claustrophobic space is the making of tragedy. Which doesn't bode very well for our college at the moment. Roland Barthes has pretty much encapsulated what college is like at the moment: people dreaming of the longed-for day in June when their exams end, planning holidays, planning their last month in Cambridge with all the garden parties and balls, and often dealing with their 'Tripositis' by drinking too much in the evenings. Nobody sets foot outside of the college gates. It has all the makings of a good drama, although admittedly some of the characters (myself included) are going to have to work on their dialogue and move away from the constant refrain of "aaarrrgggh!!! I haven't done enough revision! Why didn't I start revising months ago?! I'm going to get a 2.2!!!'.

I mean, it wouldn't exactly sell tickets, get bums on seats now, would it?