Here we go again-another Fairfield semester. New classes, new clothes from Christmas, new drinking stories to laugh about for another four months. Along with this fresh semester of drunken debauchery comes a new set of problems for many a student with a quad view sleep.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love to party and be boisterous right along with everyone else, but I’d like to think that I have a little thing called tact. It is one thing to stay up late, pulling all nighters while listening to some soft music or a wild weekend. But it is a whole other thing entirely to be up until five in the morning on a Tuesday night screaming at the top of your lungs over an ex-boyfriend who you are still madly in love with just because you took one too many shots of Bacardi!
Throw in the 7 a.m. vacuum sessions with a twist of some form of outdoor sprucing, mix in a little loud security action on the walkies stirred up by your loud neighbors listening to Ja Rule a half hour later. Honey, you’re destined for some hard-core caffeine pill action.
Some people lack some form of work ethic, leaving them with no alternative to the late-night grind of procrastination. However, these late hour study sessions do not seem to account for the boisterous nature of the Quad residents. It seems to me that many just lack good old common courtesy. Treat others how you’d like to be treated. The golden rule. Ring a bell?
I ask you this how do you like it when you’re sick and just got two hours of sleep the night before? What if it were the eve of a final exam? What is it with this University? What about those things called quiet hours? You’d scream at me if I did this to you, so don’t be surprised if there are some choice words at 2 a.m.
I don’t care how many shots you had, who you hooked up with or the hot girl walking across the quad. I don’t care who your ex-boyfriend is, who was dancing on tables or who just threw up in the bathroom. I don’t care about any of this on any night – especially during the week. I just want people to realize common courtesy is something that should be exercised with much more prudence during the week.
In a world where academics are on the forefront of every job description, it just seems to me that there is a time and a place for all this rambunctious debauchery – the weekend. That’s what they were made for; rest and relaxation, an escape from the stress of the work/school week. Stay up as late as you want on Thursday, Friday, Saturday nights. Just keep the noise level down the rest of the time.
However, I’d like to ask you just one thing; whatever happened to just sleeping it off?
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