Don't worry about it, bro

It was late Friday night as I stood hazily looking at my door handle. 1:49. There was a large metallic bulb covering the handle, directly in the way of the keyhole. I was locked out of my room. Taped to the metallic bulb was a note that read:

Dial 5990 to be allowed back in your room.

At a house show at my friend Wolf’s place, I had not only played music to the delight of other SU students and the probable ire of the Seattle Police Department, but I had also made a botched pass at my ex, and needless to say, consumed a fair amount of cheap beer. At this house, it was my friend Eliza who approached me to tell me that my roommate was “belligerent”. I inferred the rest, but had no idea about how Public Safety might have been involved or would become involved.

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The great python which squeezes the life and inspiration of so many, i.e. the education system in America, wrapped its slithery skin around students yet again this quarter. With Seattle University on the quarter system, most students enjoyed a reprieve from the “stresses” of academic life in college during Thanksgiving break. Then the serenity was ruined with the frantic life of finals. Read more…