Not so sound-proof...

Being at Plattsburgh State for almost a full two semesters now, I could count on one hand how many times I have gone to the library on one hand. Actually, I only need two fingers.
That second finger would be used for today. The first was used Saturday, when I met a girl from my magazine class to work on a class project.
While there Saturday, I discovered the library's study carrels. They are very small rooms, with a door, desk, window, and light. "Perfect," I thought.
My roommate very seldom leaves the dorm room, and when it comes to my writing, especially poetry, and even more so with slam poetry, it's easiest to write when I am alone in a quiet area, where I can read and think aloud.
So, for the two slam poems that I had been working on, and finished today, I went to the study carrel to work on them.
After working on my magazine project, I switched over to my slam poem about the current events. I basically had all my writing done with, hence the reason I was up much later than I had wanted to be last night. However, since it was an ungodly hour, and I was in bed, I wasn't able to read it out loud. So, I figured, in this little study carrel, was a great way to perform.
Little did I know, that the walls in front, and behind, me are not attached to the outer vertical wall, leaving a gap, allowing the study carrels on either side of me to hear my 'little performance.'
How did I come across this discovery, you ask? It was when a guy in the carrel in front of me, coughed, and it sounded like he was sitting by my side. It was then that my poem came to a halt, I leaned to the left, and noticed these gaps in front, and behind, me.
Needless to say, I was embarrassed but knew that it could get worse. So, I packed up my things and discreetly exited my carrel before my two 'study buddies' discovered my identity.