the basket case diaries

I know it may seem too soon for the 2nd edition of Dorm Daze, however a recent event is well worth reporting about from the shanty dorm.

Think back long, long ago, when some of you were in college and may have been living in a dormitory. Remember the R.A.? My roommate Tania and I just so happen to be good friends with ours, Janki. But Janki has a boss. Overseeing the all of the R.A.'s is the R.D. (resident director). Unfortunately for us, she happens to live on our floor...excuse me, not only on our floor, but also right next door to us.

Let me take you back in time two nights ago when Janki, Tania and I were enjoying our favorite pastime, watching Youtube clips. When suddenly, during our laughter, we heard a BANG BANG BANG splice through our joy. Who could it be? Was it the POlice? Tania calls out asking for the person to identify herself, when it was revealed that she was equally unwelcome. It was the R.D.

We immediately panicked. Bouncing glances off each other and the door, we silently argued over who was going to answer it. This was a sticky situation for a multitude of reasons, like the fact that Janki is our R.A. and should be the one keeping us in check, and as such could get in boat loads of trouble if caught being party to the din of rowdy residents. We could delay no longer.

Janki hid behind her fuchsia blanket (pfft, ya that will work), and I waited with great trepidation while Tania went to take the heat for us both. She opened the door a little less than a crack and braced herself. The R.D. asked us to keep it down through gritted teeth, and Tania nodded in agreement through a half smile. Upon her departure Janki did the responsible thing and darted back towards her room for sanctuary, leaving us to deal with the aftermath.

Let's keep in mind that quiet hours are from 11:00 p.m.-9:00 a.m. and at this point it was 2 a.m. Understandable that the beast was woken up, but nonetheless still annoying.

The next morning, upon arriving home from class, I found my door slightly ajar and could hear a bit of music playing. There was Tania doing her usual dance moves in front of the mirror, skipping her internship as per usual, but her dancing weren't as perky as always. I asked her what accounted for her lackluster moves, and she reported that the R.D. had come by AGAIN around noon asking for the music to be turned down because she was studying for the GMAT and couldn't concentrate. Let us note that this request did NOT come during quiet hours, and we are not living in a fucking library!

Later that night Claudenia, Tania and I were having a nice time congregating in our room, as usual. We heard a light knock and heard Janki's voice asking to be let in. She was accompanied by a fellow RA, both in a particularly great mood which of course affected the rest of us. She showed us some great dances moves and we were laughing and talking to each other like normal young adults do, feeling care free, until...BANG BANG...we all look at each other. Who could it be? Since learning the events of the past two days everyone seems to be on edge. Whenever there is a knock at the door we duck as if we are about to be shot.

Below are the videos of what took place next...



Part One:



Part Two:


I would like you to note that the girl in the peep hole is in fact the R.D. If you are guessing what happens when the camera turns off, well you guessed right, we had a confrontation. This was unfortunately not caught on tape because everyone in the room proceded to scatter like cockroaches like the lights were turned on in a New York City Apartment.

Highlights include:

Me: Bitch, we don't live in a library, what's your problem!

Her: Blasting Xmas music at any time of day is NOT okay!

Me: Internally (Tania, WTF??) It's not quiet hours, you should deal, this is a dorm. It's LOUD.

Her: I've been nice, but I'm going to tell your RA to write you up.

Me: Internally (Oh yeah, she's actually hiding in my bathtub now, why don't you go ahead andlet her know.) Fine do what you gotta do.

Her: Oh I will.

Me: Goooood. BIOTCH!

The moral of the story is...the R.D. is a bitch. And we don't live in a fucking library!

Please stay tuned for more stories about our dorm daze!