At the end of last year the Student Assembly just passed something called "Medical Amnesty." The bulletin board describing it on our hall reads:
MEDICAL AMNESTY SAVES LIVES
The college's primary concern is the safety of its residents. As such, the College encourages residents to seek medical assistance for themselves or other in cases of extreme intoxication and/or alcohol poisoning.
In such an event, administration will NOT PURSUE JUDICIAL SANCTIONS against the students for ciolations of the Alcohol Beverage POlicy of the Code of Conduct. Instead the student may be required to attend alcohol education sessions and/or counseling.
Don't abuse it!
The two kids (one of them is my suitemate) who went to the hospital were protected by Medical Amnesty. However, because of this we've gotten a lot of crap from the other halls. One time this kid from D3West (the third floor of my wing) came into our lounge walked up to one of the guys who went to the hospital (not the one who's my suitemate) and called him "a fucking retard" to his face. We proceeded to follow him after that and confront him and the girl he was with and promptly called his ass out.
Another time early one Monday morning (4am), me, my roommate, and my RA were hanging out in the hall when we saw about 5 kids at the end of the hall trying to move a couch into our lounge. It's against the rules to shuffle furniture and we would've gotten in trouble if it was found out that we had a couch in our lounge that did not belong to us. Furthermore, the couch had puke on it. Well our RA started talking to them. "This isn't our couch, why are you bringing it to our lounge?" The kids didn't know what to say, but they didn't know that he was the RA either. They just tried playing dumb. Well once my RA pulled out his cell phone and threatened to call the Area Director, the kids were convinced that they would have to take the couch back to where they got it from. It turns out they were from D3West.
Long story short, we're developing a sort of hateful relationship with our neighbors two floors above us. Our RA suggets various passive aggressive methods of fucking with them. Leaving pizza boxes and carry out containers in their lounge (something they can get fined for), and removing the batteries from the remote control for their TV. Shit like that.
Well last night, we and some guys from the hall were wasted and we wanted to cause some mischief. Naturally we targeted D3West. Our RA busts out a half gallon carton of old milk and a couple of us decide it'd be a good idea to urinate in it. Then we take these old carry out containers with uneaten pizza crusts and slices of roast beef in them and pour the milk/piss mixture into them. We take them up to the third floor and hide three boxes in the ceiling tiles along their hall. Luckily we accomplish the mission without being caught or seen.
The timebombs are set. In a couple of weeks they will detonate and the stench of rotten food, milk, and urine will permeate their hall. They are fucked.
Well while we were doing it, it was exciting and it seemed like a good idea. But this afternoon I have a sense of regret in my gut. I feel bad. Their shit is fucked and it'll take them forever to figure out what it is, that its hidden in the ceilings and that there are three of them. That could be over a month from now and who knows who'll they'll suspect. One of their own? or us? I'm worried about retaliation. They'll have to one up us. Tsunami the doors? Kidnappings? I'm not sure, but in the mean time the general consensus up and down the hall is that were gonna lay low for a long time.
1 comment:
Dude,
Feel no remorse. What you did was manly and ballsy and any sort of second guessing only deminishes the sweetness of the attack.
have you tried calling in noise complaints on them?
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