poly: D’oh! I was in such a hurry to reply to alice I didn’t see your post! Yes, you got it right.
Soup: Not necessarily “chill”. What you should do is, as I said in the OP, is communicate. You said in the other thread that you couldn’t tell where the smoke was coming from. But if you could smell it in your room, it seems plausible that you would have been able to track it to its source.
Since it is your first week in this dorm, you should approach this person now and let them know that you can smell their smoke. They probably won’t like it much, but they’ll respond a lot better now than they will after having established a pattern of late-night smoking. If, after a few days/weeks/months, your ire is raised again, leading you to pound on their door and say something to the effect of “Do you KNOW that your smoking is keeping me awake all night? Jesus Christ!” they’ll just get mad right back.
Do you have an RA? Is there going to be a floor meeting, or a dorm meeting? (There should be.) Bring up the matter then, without speculating about the culprit(s). Perhaps a smoking curfew could be established.
But I can’t overemphasize the importance of talking things out early instead of letting them fester. One of my first roommates smoked, and had no problem with my smoking. Then suddenly, in November, she decides to quit smoking, and would I mind…? The RA backed her up, so there was nothing I could do but change rooms at the end of the semester. But boy did I not appreciate her switching gears. I also did not appreciate coming home one evening (just before she’d made her decision) and finding out she’d opened the windows in my room (it was a suite; three interconnected rooms) to “clear out the smoke”. In November. In the mountains. While I was freezing my patootie off on the way back to the dorm. So get it out in the open while you can, to avoid any “This is just coming up now?!” unpleasantness.
Guin: Dunno about anyone else, but I don’t necessarily view a “smoking section” as banishment. A cold damp garage would be bad for Grandma, but I’ve been in cold damp garages, and on decks and sunporches and backyards. I don’t mind. I like the ten-minute break, either alone and recharging my batteries, or with another smoker, talking one-on-one. If sending me outside is an attempt to humiliate me…guess what…it doesn’t work. Especially if it’s a beautiful night with a lot of stars, or a warm sunny day. I’m outside, experiencing it; everyone else’s candy ass is inside with the central air and artificial light.
And I don’t leave butts in anyone else’s backyard either.
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