Well.

Dec 12, 2005 17:12

So, the girls who live below me don't seem to like my music. They came up twice in a few days to ask me to stop about two months ago, once around 10:30 on a Friday night and then around 8:30 the next Monday night, both times telling me they were trying to sleep. This seems a little absurd to me, that someone could reasonably expect to have a dorm totally quiet at those times, even though technically this is a quiet house. Admittedly, I was playing my banjo really loud one of those times and playing my electric guitar with the amp on the other time. However, the problem seemed, from my viewpoint, to dissipate after that. I heard nothing more of the situation.

Until last week, when I started hearing things someone heard someone else say about girls on fifth floor being mad at me because I play all the time. I didn't understand why they couldn't just talk to me about it, but I guess they didn't want to. So then Saturday a little after 11:00 I was playing my electric guitar amped and they came up and asked me to stop. They were kinda rude about it too, and acted as though they expected me to be totally unreasonable about it. I wasn't.

Then again Sunday around maybe 10:30 I was playing my acoustic guitar and singing and I heard a knock on my door and was asked to open it. It was the fifth-floor RA, come to tell me I needed to stop until 10 the next morning. I pretty much did, but after a while screwed around quietly on my un-amped electric guitar.

Today I got back from my Language and Formal Reasoning final and sat down with my guitar and harmonica and played around with variations on the melody to "Leaning on the Everlasting Arms" on harmonica. I don't really think I was being particularly loud. In fact, I've been playing a lot quieter and more relaxed lately. But in the middle of one verse I heard the same knock and "Please open your door" from last night. It was the fifth floor and first floor RAs and the fifth floor RA explained that it's actually 24-hour quiet hours and not from seven to ten like normal (and like she told me last night...) and she asked for my ID and wrote down my name and number and stuff. So, now I've been written up for noise. Whatever that means.
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