When my roommate and I moved into college we discovered we would be on the fifth floor which, at the time, really didn’t mean anything to us. Our coach told us it was the academic floor so my roommate and I figured it would be quiet, and since it was the top floor, there would be no one above us who could cause any additional noise. The only flaw the two of us saw was that we would walk the four flights everyday, which was really no concern to us. We moved in a few days before the rest of the students, so we enjoyed a few days of peaceful quietness that we assumed would remain constant for the year. Unfortunately for us we were terribly wrong.
I believe it started the Saturday after the first half-week of classes. A group seemed to form in the common area of the floor. I came back late from hanging out at a teammate's apartment that night. When I walked through the staircase door onto my floor I heard a cacophony of laughter and shrieks. It had started. I figured it was just a Saturday night thing that some of the individuals on our floor were doing so I just looked at them for a bit and went into my room. The next night when my roommate and I were coming back from getting food, I heard the same barrage of noise coming from the common area again but this time louder. It was at that moment that I knew there was a problem. We went quickly back to our room and at around 2 in the morning we were woken up from people running and screaming in the hallway. My roommate and I looked at each other and were mutually afraid. As the year progressed it seemed as if these people were multiplying. The noise they were producing seemed to get louder and louder and those who wished to not act like children were left at the mercy of their obnoxious behavior.
Especially for us and the other athletes on our floor, we couldn’t afford to miss sleep. Unfortunately a night before a game, when we’re trying to get some sleep we have these idiots running around as if they were kids in Kohl's who let go of their parent’s hand to play in those circular clothing racks that are in the store. The worst part was that for some reason these individuals had a weird obsession with my roommate and would sometimes just call out his name while on their midnight sugar rushes and bang on our door to only run away when one of us would open the door.
Whenever anyone would ask which floor we lived on, and when we told him or her heard that we lived on the fifth floor, it would be the same “ohhh, that sucks.” Tell me about it. Our floor gained the nickname “Narnia” which was an extremely fitting name to describe the perplexing and seemingly mystical nature of these people and the environment in which they created. They even moved all the furniture from the outer parts of the commons and made almost a closed off fort in the corner of the commons where the TV is, which better perpetuated the Narnia aspect of the floor. This floor is a nightmare and I hope those who live on the floor next year can stop Narnia from happening.
If anyone from Narnia is reading this all I can say to you is, “Shut up!”
