(Oops, I should add that the Molotovs bounced off the carpet and failed to explode, but they were still burning, and were in danger of setting the carpet and everything else aflame. Don’t want to make the scene overly dramatic.)
Heh, sorry I missed this thread for a few days. As for comparing salaries, young robert, you will never make more than your boss 
And believe me, any BC grad you encounter will always be the boss if there is a Hokie around
I had one employee who was a Hokie, but I had to let him go…
Hate to disillusion you, but the there is a constant base level of morons around you.
There were morons at my college, morons in the bio department and more morons where I work.
**DUDE! Holy Shit! That was me!!!
Miles Hall, Fall 1989. Those were MY RAQUETBALLS!!
It was SOOOOOOOOOOOO fucking great!**
I can’t believe this! What a blast from the past! I tell that story all the time still. I remember we got two girls from Slusher to come over in bathing suits, and Neil had drinks with little umbrellas in them. Then we threw the RA in and took a polaroid of him. What was his name, Mike something, Jesus freak. That was the best time. We started talking about that at dinner in Owens, and after a while, we just said “Why the fuck not, we can do it!” Oh, and just for the record, we got a rain poncho and drove it down between the board and the wall to mke a gasket, kept the water in. We eventually got busted when it leaked thru the wall into the guys room next door.
I almost flunked out after that year. Too much fun, not enough studying.
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Holy Shit! How many times has this been? My neighbors did this in 1994. It had been done the previous year, and that was why the RA was yelling at them.
He was pissed that they had asked him because they didn’t use something to seal it therefore it was leaking all over the bathroom. The previous year it had leaked into someone’s room. That guy had either been drunk or high, and therefore too afraid to go get an RA to do something about it thereby flooding his room.
What’s funny is that this did happen in Miles Hall and I think the cicumstances surrounding it were quite similar. It was a messed up night in general with everyone drunk and wandering the halls. The RA stopped me with a bottle of wine in my backpack and asked me not if I had alcohol and was violating school policy but why wasn’t I sharing with our RA. When I told him I was heading off to Johnson, he immediately let me go and wished me good luck.
I won’t go into any specifics about my health problems but they are definitely not contagious. One time, when I informed someone (who was a college graduate) of this they responded with something like “Yea right. I always love it when someone says somethings not contagious. How did they get it if it’s not contagious? Answer that!” :smack:
**brujo **
Dude, that’s even better, that means we started a tradition!!
I lived in the dorms for 5 years, but I was never an RA (long story). Things like this get recycled every year, but I had no idea this was gonna be one of them. We had no end of fun playing the same practical jokes year after year on the unsuspecting new crop of freshmen. But, I can honestly say that ours must have been the first swimming pool, because I vividly remember the dinner-table conversation where we conceived the idea, we didn’t hear about it from someone else. That many engineers with total freedom, alcohol, and a lot of time on their hands is a dangerous combination.
Thanks for letting me know about this, you made my day.
Oh, and let me tell you about the time we took all the bolts outta Neil’s loft and replaced them with pencils…hehehehehehe!
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What’s funny is that I’ve never heard of this happening in any other dorm other than Miles. I know Pritchard always had the reputation as being the rowdiest dorm on campus, but for my freshman year, Miles was definitely weirder. I had neighbors that attached a piece of pizza to their doors for a month to see what would happen. Lets just say that it will turn green and the mold will start growing on the door.
A friend of mine had a rat problem and couldn’t get the RA to do anything about it, so he bought a rat trap, caught it and then stapled it to the RA’s door after the RA left for the weekend. When the rest of the hall saw this, and realized he was gone, it was collective insanity. When the poor bastard returned, he found shredded newspaper all over the floor, a dead rat on his door, and the rest of it covered in shaving cream.
The worst thing that happened to the RA was that he brought a girl home one night and they were having sex. Someone stuck a portable cassette recorder by the door and taped the love noises. The next day and several times afterwards, the guy with the loudest stereo on the floor would play it. At full volume for the full five minutes.
Living there gave me the ability to live anywhere. I have a much higher tolerance for general weirdness and mayhem than most of my friends and family, and Miles is the reasons why.
You mean unemployed and living with their parents? 
But seriously robert, the proportion of idiots you knew in high school never really changes throughout your life. Think about it: all those people just leave school to become morons in the real world, and it’s the same in every high school across the land.
Study hard, and party like there’s no tomorrow. Also, if a fine-looking girl wants to sleep with you, don’t turn her down for any reason! I’ll never forgive myself for passing up some of the fine snatch I could’ve had in college.