Toronto is a noisy city. As I am sitting her writing to you, dear readers, I can hear the construction workers pounding on the building next to me, trucks, car and vans roaring up and down the street, a car alarm going off, a couple people yelling at each other and a fire truck. Not to mention the howling wind that we’ve been having for the past week or so. And I am sitting inside.
Now, coming from a quiet suburb in Ottawa, the noise of the city did take some adjusting to before I could get a proper night’s sleep. However, there was one small problem that stopped me, even after I had grown accustomed to all the “white noise.” My neighbours.
Living in residence is fun, and that is all thanks to the great people I have met here (and probably also the fact that I have no roommate). However, things have not been all peaches and cream.
THE NOISE. THE NOISE THAT THEY MAKE AFTER 1AM DOES NOTHING BUT INFURIATE ME. Residence is supposed to have “quiet hours” after 11pm, meaning you can be out and about, but you have to be quiet, and just in general keep the noise level down so that people can sleep or study in peace. My neighbours, however, appear to be exempt from this rule.
Now, the girl to my right is very nice – a lovely person, and we get along just fine. However, when it is the twelfth night in a row that you have had to go over to her room at three in the morning, and pound on her door to tell her and her friends she has over every day to turn down their music and try not to yell everything they say because you can hear it all through the wall, and don’t understand why after twelve times in a row they still have not got the fact that you like to be asleep around three or four in the morning, things DO start to get a little tense.
Why? WHY HAVE YOU NOT LEARNED THIS YET????? IT MAKES NO SENSE! Unless she has amnesia or something, I don’t think she has much of an excuse.
The other problem came a few nights ago when I guy just a little ways down the hall from me had some… shall we say rowdy? Rowdy visitors. Apparently (I learned this after the fact) he had gone to bed, and his friends had snuck out of his room and started ripping apart our hallway. We had this beautiful sign by the elevators that our RA had painted, showing where everyone’s rooms were on the floor (and he made it look like a map of the TO subway system) – they ripped it down and tore it in half. They also switched around everyone’s door signs and decorations and pounded on the doors of practically everyone in the hallway. This is what woke me up, and when I walked out into the hall at four in the morning, there was only one left outside, and he was spray-painting his own friend’s door.
I told them they had five minutes to shut the hell up before I called campus security, and then I screamed a few… other things at him until he was scared colourless. Then I slammed my door and locked it, going to sit by the phone and time exactly five minutes. The floor was silent after that.
The next day was Sunday, so I slept in hardcore. Somewhere around two in the afternoon, the guy whose friends had caused the disturbance actually knocked on my door and apologized for the incident, which was sweet of him. When I finally hauled my exhausted carcass out of bed (that weekend I had literally been run ragged with theatre calls and the late-night noise polluters) I discovered that half the floor had heard me screaming at those guys. They actually congratulated me.
So yeah. I guess the moral of the story would be to stand up for your right to get some sleep – it’s important, especially around this time of year with exams and final assignments.
The other moral of the story would be to NOT BE ONE OF THESE PEOPLE WHO I DESCRIBED ABOVE. KEEP THE NOISE LEVEL DOWN AFTER MIDNIGHT AT LEAST, AND MAKE YOUR FRIENDS DO THE SAME. OR I WILL YELL YOU COLOURLESS TOO! (Haha, just kidding.)
(No I’m not.)