Observations

I had the pleasure of observing members of my hall, forth floor East A.J. one evening with out their knowledge. It turned out to be quit an eventful hour. The room across from me exuded innocence as sweet classical music pumped out of laptop speakers. The girls had their door wide open and were sure to wave at every passerbyer, even those they didn't know. However, at the other end of the hall the situation was not quite so blissful. Heart pounding techno was the only relief from the screams of metal which were hardly filter by the closed door. Loud shrieks accompanied by laughter, originating from persons of both genders, were the only things audible over the music. The participants had no chance of hearing the pitter-patter of the RA's bare feet as she scurried down to their room. She stood in the doorway talking to the party inside for two minutes and then returned to her room. With the party subdued and the atmosphere crushed, the gathering slowly disbanded. Three sets of couples filed out of the room in four minute intervals, like clock work, all with cell phones at the ready. With duties fulfilled and peace restored the RA's door closed for the night, and only the soft melodies of Bach remained to wander the hall.