shes not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention, cause thats just ridiculous
yah, ok, it may be 3:30 in the morning...
i just witnessed some excitement and my head is going crazy with words i need to get out
im in the bathroom, flossing, and i hear a series of semi-serious screams (good alliteration, right?) from a room somewhere around me. not knowing whether or not they were for real, i return to my desk only after checking to make sure our door was locked. upon my return to the room, i hear a commotion outside our window. curious, as always, i jump on my futon, throw open the sliding glass, and look around wildly for the source of perturbation. from the floor above i hear a boy's voice calling out to someone below in what, for lack of a better name, we will call the akers hall courtyard. refocusing my gaze, i realize that there is a teenage boy, mostly naked (still wearing boxers), curled up in the fetal position, moaning and wreathing in what i assume to be pain. listening in to what the fifth floor boy is saying to him, i understand the situation to be that this barely clothed kid has just fallen into the akers courtyard from three floors up (whether or not on purpose, we still dont know). another "fifth floor boy" emerges from the akers stairwell by the bus-stop and runs to assist the boy who, much to all of our suprise, is now trying to get up and walk. the two fifth floor roommates communicate to each other that they need to contact 911, that the incoherently mumbling mostly naked boy must be kept still, and that their own drunkeness must somehow be hidden once the cops show. at this point, im seconds away from throwing on a bra and running down there. its not that i condone their drunkeness by wanting to help out - its more the fact that i dont want mr. "i cant put a sentence together due to the fact i just fell three stories" to be left alone to wait for help. cops show almost immediately followed by paramedics and an annoyingly colorful firetruck so i resist. did they really need eight men to strap this guy onto a gurney? in most cases i would say no, but this kid will not stop screeching once the men in uniform get their hands on him. apparently, he hadnt noticed them showing up; lights flashing, sirens blaring. my best bet would be psychotropic drugs? nevermind. the fifth floor guys locate this crazy kids roommate, wake him up, and send him down to meet with the policia. i watch the rest of the scene play out from my comfortably screened-in fourth-story living-room window (ok, that sentence was a little hyphen-heavy, haha). after some visible struggle, the eight men are able to secure the injured party and wheel him off into the ambulance. news reaches staff member rob (4 EAST REPRESENT) who comes down from what i would assume to be his "night watch" to take notes from the cops. he writes it all down in a notebook and shows it to the akers director, jennifer, when she comes outside several minutes later. evidentally the police arent too keen on handing out MIPs to those who may be able to aide in the investigation so, upon realizing this, the roommate runs back up to get the ffboys who promptly return- ready to spill the whole tale. from what im able to hear, i gather that the boy was dangling out of his third floor window before the incident and that the ffboys were able to see him do so. on his way down to the ground (after allegedly "jumping") the boy hits several branches of the courtyard tree, injures his nose, and lands on his side. um, ow. conversation dies down and so does my willingness to lean against a cold window frame. i hear and have heard all i needed and need to.
anyway, i still wonder where the screams came from- considering they sounded as if they were coming from a female -and i doubt its that whole "you scream like a girl when you feel like youre gonna die" phenomenon. im smarter than that.
whew, ok, well, im doubting anyone will actually read this in its entirety
ok maybe my dad, maybe eric, and maybe maybe maybe vanessa
anyway --- i needed to get it out
uh oh
im starting to become quite incoherent myself
SLEEP TIME
i just witnessed some excitement and my head is going crazy with words i need to get out
im in the bathroom, flossing, and i hear a series of semi-serious screams (good alliteration, right?) from a room somewhere around me. not knowing whether or not they were for real, i return to my desk only after checking to make sure our door was locked. upon my return to the room, i hear a commotion outside our window. curious, as always, i jump on my futon, throw open the sliding glass, and look around wildly for the source of perturbation. from the floor above i hear a boy's voice calling out to someone below in what, for lack of a better name, we will call the akers hall courtyard. refocusing my gaze, i realize that there is a teenage boy, mostly naked (still wearing boxers), curled up in the fetal position, moaning and wreathing in what i assume to be pain. listening in to what the fifth floor boy is saying to him, i understand the situation to be that this barely clothed kid has just fallen into the akers courtyard from three floors up (whether or not on purpose, we still dont know). another "fifth floor boy" emerges from the akers stairwell by the bus-stop and runs to assist the boy who, much to all of our suprise, is now trying to get up and walk. the two fifth floor roommates communicate to each other that they need to contact 911, that the incoherently mumbling mostly naked boy must be kept still, and that their own drunkeness must somehow be hidden once the cops show. at this point, im seconds away from throwing on a bra and running down there. its not that i condone their drunkeness by wanting to help out - its more the fact that i dont want mr. "i cant put a sentence together due to the fact i just fell three stories" to be left alone to wait for help. cops show almost immediately followed by paramedics and an annoyingly colorful firetruck so i resist. did they really need eight men to strap this guy onto a gurney? in most cases i would say no, but this kid will not stop screeching once the men in uniform get their hands on him. apparently, he hadnt noticed them showing up; lights flashing, sirens blaring. my best bet would be psychotropic drugs? nevermind. the fifth floor guys locate this crazy kids roommate, wake him up, and send him down to meet with the policia. i watch the rest of the scene play out from my comfortably screened-in fourth-story living-room window (ok, that sentence was a little hyphen-heavy, haha). after some visible struggle, the eight men are able to secure the injured party and wheel him off into the ambulance. news reaches staff member rob (4 EAST REPRESENT) who comes down from what i would assume to be his "night watch" to take notes from the cops. he writes it all down in a notebook and shows it to the akers director, jennifer, when she comes outside several minutes later. evidentally the police arent too keen on handing out MIPs to those who may be able to aide in the investigation so, upon realizing this, the roommate runs back up to get the ffboys who promptly return- ready to spill the whole tale. from what im able to hear, i gather that the boy was dangling out of his third floor window before the incident and that the ffboys were able to see him do so. on his way down to the ground (after allegedly "jumping") the boy hits several branches of the courtyard tree, injures his nose, and lands on his side. um, ow. conversation dies down and so does my willingness to lean against a cold window frame. i hear and have heard all i needed and need to.
anyway, i still wonder where the screams came from- considering they sounded as if they were coming from a female -and i doubt its that whole "you scream like a girl when you feel like youre gonna die" phenomenon. im smarter than that.
whew, ok, well, im doubting anyone will actually read this in its entirety
ok maybe my dad, maybe eric, and maybe maybe maybe vanessa
anyway --- i needed to get it out
uh oh
im starting to become quite incoherent myself
SLEEP TIME