As I write this, the people who live down the hall from me are yelling their heads off at each other. It is 1 a.m., long past quiet hours and they are yelling like they are at a rock concert. I live in Short-Denney Hall, and if there is one thing this year has taught me, it’s that people do not know how to live with each other.
I understand it’s the end of the semester. People are tired of each other. Dorms are tiny and it is easy to feel like a sardine in a tin can. With the severe lack of space, people are bound to get on each other’s nerves. However, that is no excuse for the blatant disrespect people display toward those they are living with and around.
Dorm walls are not sound proof. They cannot, and will not, block the loud noises that seep through them. Playing music at ear splitting noises when it is late at night is going to be heard by all who live around you. Engaging in shouting matches in the wee hours of the morning is not okay. The same goes for having sexual intercourse the entire floor can hear. Banging on people’s doors for no reason is not OK. Only a certain amount of patience can be expected when living around people. When patience runs out, you make enemies of everyone on your floor.
Another interesting experience this year was fire alarms. Not one or two, but many. As in almost every single night, there were fire alarms. It turns out someone was pulling them as a sort of joke. It’s not funny. It’s immature.
I realize that this opinion column is almost pointless because the people that act like this probably don’t bother to read The Echo. However, I can only hope that it will impact those of you who do read this. The biggest thing we can do for each other is simply respect one another.
College is hard on everyone, and it is not easy to make the transitions to actually being real adults. But we could make it easier on everyone by just cooperating with each other. I have met some amazing people this year in my dorm.
They are people who have genuine compassion and care for others. I have also met people who have nothing better to do than get on everyone’s last nerve.
I guess it goes back to that little rule everyone has learned – “Treat others like you would want to be treated.” If you don’t want to listen to my music, then I probably don’t want to listen to yours.