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Dorm Life: After midnight chase |
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Contributed by EmJaye
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Wednesday, 30 January 2008 |
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Editor’s note: The Dorm Life column returns for spring semester today. It is written by Emily and covers the good, the bad, and crazy, that is life in the dorms.
As this is my last year here at WSU and my birthday is this week, I got to thinking about the first birthday I spent in Pullman, four years ago.
I was staying in a horrible dorm, but I had my own room since my roommate from fall semester had decided to transfer to a community college. My best friend/older sister came to spend the weekend with me, since it was the first birthday that I had ever spent away from my large family and I felt a little weird about it.
My sister, J, rode out from the West side on Friday with my former roommate, S. Upon arrival, I was so excited to see them again that I could hardly sit still and I wanted to show J around campus, since I had already fallen in love with this school and this town. J, of course, didn’t want to see campus since she was tired from the six-hour car ride and just wanted to hang around my room and meet the people on my floor.
So, the weekend got started on a rather boring note, but I was still glad to have some family near me for my nineteenth birthday. Saturday consisted of having fun with J, just hanging around my dorm room.
As Saturday night turned into Sunday morning (my official birthday), I got an unwelcome surprise at about two o’clock in the morning. Somebody came to my floor and blew a blow horn so loudly that it woke me and J up. Luckily for S, she was staying with other friends in their apartment.
So, irritated at being woken up by such a loud, obnoxious noise, J and I went back to sleep…only to be woken again by the blow horn a half-hour later. After the third time, J and I got up and walked around to the other side of the building to see why this was happening. It turned out that a girl on my floor had rejected an extremely immature boy and to retaliate, he and his friends were blowing the horn right outside of her door every half-hour.
Angry and determined to catch these boys, J and I stayed awake after finding this out. We kept my door open and talked until the horn went off again around four. Since I happened to be standing right next to the open door, I ran down the hall and saw a boy jump at the sight of a girl running toward him in pajamas and slippers and he ran into the stairwell that was right next to him.
Without thinking about it, I chased this unknown boy down the
stairs, with J right behind me. Down four flights of stairs, this boy
yelled “It wasn’t me!” and “Help!” while I yelled after him “If it
wasn’t you, than why are you running?!” On the ninth floor, the boy ran
out of the stairwell to run around the building to the other one and J
and I once again chased him. At this point, half of the building was
awake and as I ran past doors, I heard them open while J’s laughter and
boys’ questions of “what happened?” and answers of “I don’t know, but
she’s gonna kill him” followed me in my pursuit of the blow horn boy.
Once back in the stairwell, the boy gave up on actually using the
steps and resorted to grabbing the railing on his left side and jumping
down each set of stairs. Around the seventh floor, it occurred to me
that I wasn’t going to catch this boy since he was now two floors ahead
of me, I was running out of adrenaline, and J had a bad back. So, with
a final yell of “don’t come back!” I stopped running and excited the
stairwell with J, both of us laughing as we realized what a crazy thing
we had just done and marveling at the fact that my slippers hadn’t
fallen off and neither of us had gotten hurt along the way.
This story has a couple of morals: first, don’t ever think that a
weekend will be boring just because it starts that way; second, don’t
ever blow a horn on a girls’ floor in the middle of the night because
you never know when some crazy girls will chase you down the stairs. |
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