There are a great number of things here at Brown that, as Rhode Island’s own Peter Griffin would put it, “really grind [our] gears.” Whether it’s unyielding precipitation, the lack of anything to eat after 2 a.m. or the absence of cone-worthy food items, there’s an awful lot to complain about when one’s feeling particularly piqued. Enter FlogDailyHerald, a chance for us to bring to the attention of the Brown community those things that are particularly irksome to the entire campus. Think of it as a chance for us to shout from our
electronic proverbial soapbox, “REALLY?!.”
Of the numerous forms I filled out the summer before I got to Brown, the Residential Life Housing form remains the most important. I had heard stories of late night parties and blaring music, so I decided to put down a preference to live on a ‘Quiet Hall,’ as I need my eight hours of sleep.
In August I learned my room assignment and realized I was on a ‘Quiet’ floor in Woolley Hall. I (silently) rejoiced.
I can almost hear you yawn from here, or wait… no, that’s just my roommate. But I’m sure you’re mentally echoing him. ‘He wanted quiet housing and he got it. That’s the shortest and most boring story I’ve ever heard.’
But wait, the plot thickens.