hello freshmen.
while i was unpacking the random crap box (yes, i'm sadly still unpacking), i found a drafted letter to my freshman RA. it was a complaint letter about the noise upstairs. notice the high volume of grammatical errors and sarcasm due to being enraged and sleep deprivated.
october 25, 2005
dear patrice,
without fail, almost EVERYDAY, at 1am, people come out of their rooms and the noise level rises dramatically. i'm not sure at what exactly is the cause of this, but this happens almost everyday. i do not mind this on the weekends, but on weekdays it is highly intolerable. i would like and hope that every person that comes to this academic institution is literate, in which they would be able to read the signs telling them the exact times of "quiet hours". if they do not understand, i would be happy to explain it to them. not only are walls paper thin in this dormatory, but there is an extremely loud echo in my particular room. this would lead me to address the noise level upstairs as well. although this is momentarily muted or muffled due to the large volume of complaints lately, the fourth floor will surely wake me up again.
clearly, this letter was an unfinished one that i never slipped under the door or gave to my RA.
after reading this actually, i have come to wonder just how i got an A in english that year.
i look at the new freshmen and scoff, just as i had last year. how silly we were (and drunk, mostly). how young and almost too carefree to realize that we were stupid. or in my case, how small and scared i looked. inside i felt and knew i wasnt that person, but it seemed as if my insecurities were transparent. i look at the new freshmen now and wonder if i looked the same as they do in someone else's eyes.
oh, by the way, listen to mad decent radio. its quite ill. podcast yourself.
october 25, 2005
dear patrice,
without fail, almost EVERYDAY, at 1am, people come out of their rooms and the noise level rises dramatically. i'm not sure at what exactly is the cause of this, but this happens almost everyday. i do not mind this on the weekends, but on weekdays it is highly intolerable. i would like and hope that every person that comes to this academic institution is literate, in which they would be able to read the signs telling them the exact times of "quiet hours". if they do not understand, i would be happy to explain it to them. not only are walls paper thin in this dormatory, but there is an extremely loud echo in my particular room. this would lead me to address the noise level upstairs as well. although this is momentarily muted or muffled due to the large volume of complaints lately, the fourth floor will surely wake me up again.
clearly, this letter was an unfinished one that i never slipped under the door or gave to my RA.
after reading this actually, i have come to wonder just how i got an A in english that year.
i look at the new freshmen and scoff, just as i had last year. how silly we were (and drunk, mostly). how young and almost too carefree to realize that we were stupid. or in my case, how small and scared i looked. inside i felt and knew i wasnt that person, but it seemed as if my insecurities were transparent. i look at the new freshmen now and wonder if i looked the same as they do in someone else's eyes.
oh, by the way, listen to mad decent radio. its quite ill. podcast yourself.
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