I supposed to continue my dorm(doom) story yesterday but something urgent came up. My toilet needed to get fixed and my fridge was nearly empty. My priority was temporarily deviated to the tasks that were rational enough for me to delay my Part II. :)
Okay, this morning I am ready to carry on my writing. I told you before about my noisy neighbours at my college dormitory and their late night party that caused me a lot of heache.
One night I sat studying a pile of my thick textbooks. Their noisy party started around 9 pm and carried on past midnight. Loud with music and people's chatting and screaming. No need to imagine what happened there, you just sat and what travelled through the air came into your ears. I closed all windows and doors. That didn;t help much because the buildings were mainly made of wood.
I gave up my study and sat quietly for 5 minutes. It was nearly 2 am and no sign of quietness for me.
Next thing I knew was that I was right outside the closed door of that room at the opposite building. Darknesss and cold air were my companions. No other student was in sight except those party people behind that door.
I banged that door hard and yelled for someone to open up. OPEN IT, NOW ! I yelled. It was yanked open and what I faced at a close range was three wide chests (luckily garbed) at my eye level. That brought me back to reality. I took a small step back, enough to crane my neck up a bit, to see whom I had to communicate with. Yeah, actually there were three more guys right behind those three giants who gave me their dubious and annoying look.
Then , that giant in the middle front boomed out saying "WHAT?" while he looked down at me. I didn't know clearly what I did say to him. In conclusion, it included that he and his friends made lousy party and loud noise that terribly disturbed me (for weeks) and others who needed quiet time for study and rest. (well, it was school break but I had my right to protect ). I also told him that I already reported to the college admin but it was clearly he and his friends were too bad and too dumb to get what they should have done and lived with intellectual society. His parents must be sorry if they find out how bad their child can be and getting him into a good school with high education help very little. I told him that this was also the first time in my life to yell at people like a mad girl and with bad words since I never met anyone this worse. So, I dared and would do more than just yelling at him. And I am from Thailand, for his thick skull.
I might keep saying by myself until I realized that everything became suddenly quiet.
Next was big laughs coming from that room. Some guys voiced out that they would leave soon but loved to hear more what he would do . But they would not intervene whatsoever between him and me. Yeah, what a good crowd, these people.
I gave my last word that if he did this again, he would see what I was capable to do and that could make a great effect on his living. Then, wait for no time, I turned my back and walked (quickly), my chin up, back to my dorm. Darn, I just realized it was not easily get to that dorm or it was not very close between the two dorms. I had to climb down staircase and walked across a walkway to reach my building and walked upstair to my room that was opposite to that room. Once I got inside my room, I secured the door and felt shaken. Whaddaheck I just did. What would happen to me if they turned angry enough to slap or hit me with no witness around. Who would help me? Only trees, foxes, rabbits and birds were only creatures I saw at my dormitory compound.
That night was turn out all right. No, it was actually very good, I slept like a log. Too exhausted and scared of them to follow me, luckily they didn't. Following nights were the same as that night--- no more loud party from that room. My small room became peaceful. I found later that that guy who yelled at me was an undergrad student. We met again at the campus's stationery store where he worked as part-time staff. He didn't threaten me although he stared at me like I had horns on my head. Well, no problem. I could live with that.
As long as I got my peace back. I told you I love peace, right?
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