An open letter to the people I live with:
Look. You live with 30 other people. Yes, I know 30 is a large number, but you’ll cope. You’re big children now, you can do higher maths. Even those of you studying arts subjects. So, now that we’ve got that particular hurdle out of the way, has it occured to you that all of those 30 other people might be forced to live in the same building as you? So please, lets be a little fucking considerate towards them.
As you no doubt know, it’s exam term. Likely you know this because you’re just as stressed about it as everyone else. Because it is exam term, people here may do drastic things like going to bed before midnight. Even if we’re not in bed, we’ll often be revising, so it would be really damned helpful if you could keep the noise down. In particular this means:
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Do NOT have phone conversations in the corridor. You’ve been doing this all year, some of them quite loud, and it is only with the greatest restraint that I have not violently ripped the phone from the wall and shoved it up your ass. We really don’t care to hear every single fucking detail about your arguments with your girlfriend. I will grant that you’ve at least had the consideration to switch to a mobile phone, but if you can’t get signal in your room then get a fucking landline. It doesn’t cost much, and the phone bills are a hell of a lot cheaper. If you really don’t want to do that then take the conversation outside. In particular, do not have phone conversations in the corridor at 11:30 when I’m trying to sleep.
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Do not have loud conversations in said corridor at 12:30 at night. I’d really rather you didn’t talk in the corridor at all at that time, but if you absolutely have to then please keep your voices down. It’s especially bad when you’ve just come out of someone’s room and have a conversation with them and others right outside their door. Crappy as the walls in this place are, the rooms do provide some soundproofing.
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Tom: Don’t laugh. Ever. Your laugh is enough to shatter walls. Hell, when you laugh there are people up in scotland shouting “Och lad, cut out the fooking noise!”. I understand that not laughing is hard for you - it must be, since you do it so damned often - but this means that point 2 applies doubly to you. Ironically you are one of the biggest offenders for constantly talking at loud volumes in the corridor at night.
There are countless other points of irritation, but were I to list all of them the SDMB would run into storage space issues. In short, if you read a story about a Cambridge student hogtying his house-mates and throwing them into the Cam, you’ll now know the backstory…
It’ll also explain the phone removal surgery one of them is going to need.
(P.S. No actual insult was intended to arts students or the scottsih)
