Sleepless At Pace

Attempting to peacefully sleep in Martin Hall with so many rowdy residents is the equivalent of having Spongebob Squarepants as a neighbor.

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Attempting to peacefully sleep in Martin Hall with so many rowdy residents is the equivalent of having Spongebob Squarepants as a neighbor.

Infiniti Styles Bowie, Features Writer

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It’s 11:30 p.m.

The moonlight shines brightly in the night sky, illuminating the black sea above.

The wind whistles a tune, the tree branches rapping a light percussion on your window pane.

The crickets in the distance sing you a small lullaby, their soft chirps luring you into a deep slumber.

You hug your covers closer to you, the warmth of the cotton fabric ensconcing your body, shielding you from the busy day that awaits you in eight hours.

Your body starts to decompress, your breathing settles, and you begin to drift away.

The world is now at peace.

“You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!”

You open one eye.

Did you hear something? Or are you already dreaming?

Scanning the dark room, you wait for another sound only to be greeted by silence.

Slowly, you begin to return to your relaxed state.

“Oh my God, I can’t even stand you right now.”

Bolting up in your bed, you don’t have to wait long before a chorus of shrieks and giggles accompanied by booming laughter blend together in chaotic harmony outside your door.

It is now 12:05 a.m.

Since the start of senior year, I have spent many a sleepless night listening to full conversations right outside of my room. Whether it be petty gossip, a messy breakup, or a drunken gaggle of boisterous students, I have been forced to stare up at my dark ceiling pondering if I should wait it out, confront the hoard, or succumb to the fact that I won’t be able to make it to my 9 a.m. class the next day.

Now I completely understand that college is filled with a bunch of young and restless, hyperactive, new-to-adulthood students.

However, there is absolutely no reason that I should be able to hear high pitched cackles, off-key singing, and gag-worthy attempts at flirting when my room is approximately three doors down the hall.

What I don’t understand, however, is where the RAs are during these obnoxious events. I know for a fact that one of them lives directly next to the monsters who routinely disturb my peace, yet no one ever tells them to be quiet.

Do 24-hr quiet hours only apply to midterms and finals? Do the RAs expect us to take matters into our own hands?

There actually was one time that the room next to me was making so much noise the night before, that I wrote them a well-thought-out note and slipped it under their door. Fortunately, the guy was completely apologetic and even proceeded to ask for my Snapchat.

Anyway, the people who actually were making a ruckus three doors down from me sounded like the hyenas from The Lion King. Seriously, there had to be at least three girls in the room and, I believe, two guys house the room. They were literally bumping Fergie at 1 a.m. It was bad enough that I had to wake up at 5:30 for my internship, but how random was it that they were bumping Fergie out of all the artists out today? Although, “Glamorous” was a bump back in the day.

At the end of the day, all I’m saying is that it would be nice to get at least six hours of sleep without having to hear about someone’s family crisis or emotional uproars.

Until that day comes, at least I only have two months left of being sleepless in Pace.

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