Dormitory Dickery
Two nights ago, as I was readying for bed, the fire alarm went off in my residence hall. My roommate and I then took a stroll to the outside. The fire department arrived, checked out the entire building, and allowed us back up into our rooms. So, I lay there, on the verge of dreaming about doing homework, when the alarm went off again.
I turn to my roommate and state, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Up we went, dressed we became and down the stairs we journeyed. Upon arriving to the outside, we were sent right back in; apparently, electrical problems were causing the bastard to wail. There were no more alarm disturbances that night.
The next day, I was tired; being about two hours short on sleep that night (it was already late when I was heading for bed). Other than that, not much happened.
On my way to fetch my gym clothes from my room, I decided to check my mailbox. Upon opening it, I found a manila envelope with my named on it. It was a document stating that a noise complaint had been filed against me. This pissed me off quite significantly, since I use my headphones often and am very careful about my volume levels. It said 11:30 pm was the time of the incident and that no one was in the room when they came to check and shut off the music. I thought, “Bullshit, the only night I wasn’t in my dorm at that time was Friday. So, I checked for the date of the incident. September 1. After some hard laboring for the left side of my brain (it is a sissy), I realized that was Friday. I was at a play in fucking Chicago, along with my computer and all audio equipment. Apparently, it had been my roommate’s computer and they didn’t even bother to see to whom it belonged. Fuckers.
There is some sort of dorm judicial process I have to go through now. It is nothing big, I am sure, but it fucking pisses me off that they didn’t even bother to attempt to find out who was to blame. Needless to say, the leaders here are on my shit list.
I turn to my roommate and state, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Up we went, dressed we became and down the stairs we journeyed. Upon arriving to the outside, we were sent right back in; apparently, electrical problems were causing the bastard to wail. There were no more alarm disturbances that night.
The next day, I was tired; being about two hours short on sleep that night (it was already late when I was heading for bed). Other than that, not much happened.
On my way to fetch my gym clothes from my room, I decided to check my mailbox. Upon opening it, I found a manila envelope with my named on it. It was a document stating that a noise complaint had been filed against me. This pissed me off quite significantly, since I use my headphones often and am very careful about my volume levels. It said 11:30 pm was the time of the incident and that no one was in the room when they came to check and shut off the music. I thought, “Bullshit, the only night I wasn’t in my dorm at that time was Friday. So, I checked for the date of the incident. September 1. After some hard laboring for the left side of my brain (it is a sissy), I realized that was Friday. I was at a play in fucking Chicago, along with my computer and all audio equipment. Apparently, it had been my roommate’s computer and they didn’t even bother to see to whom it belonged. Fuckers.
There is some sort of dorm judicial process I have to go through now. It is nothing big, I am sure, but it fucking pisses me off that they didn’t even bother to attempt to find out who was to blame. Needless to say, the leaders here are on my shit list.
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