Last night, at around 12:30 AM, some mad students decided that they were gonna to have a midnight volleyball game/shouting contest. From the noise they were making, fifty feet from our window, it seems they thought everyone else was partying on a Thursday night too.
Au contraire, my roommate and I were trying to sleep. As, I imagine, was all the rest of our dorm apartment building. I tried to be happy that they were having fun for a whole ten minutes, and then I sat up and turned on the light.
Jess turns over and looks at me questioningly as I throw the covers back.
"I'm going to shoot them," I say.
"Do you have your key card?"
So I march down in my jammies, gun cocked, feet bare, and say, "Excuse me, it's 12:30 and we're trying to sleep. Could you please keep it down?"
I trek back up to the third floor.
"That was the most polite shooting I ever heard," Jess says. "They haven't stopped. But now they keep shushing each other when they make noise."
"Well, you can go down and shoot them again in another 10 minutes if they're not completely dead by then."
"Ok. I'll go down in 10 minutes."
Luckily, it turned out that the first round of politeness did it. They were soon gone.
Had to have been sophomores. Sophomores are old enough to feel like they own the place and young enough to disrupt it in the middle of the night.
Not aaall sophomores, of course. Lighten up. And they did leave at the first complaint, so I really can't complain.