Spring Break
Letter: Student discusses night noise issue
Issue date: 9/10/08 Section: Editorial/Opinion
09/10/08 - To the Cigar, I come back every year to school to hear something drastically different from home.
It's the sheer level of noise that I hear.
Normally in the summer, I'd wake to an alarm clock or a TV in a relatively quiet place. The thing I've most missed is that quintessential peace.
A campus is a community and what I have no idea about is why people insist on playing music, screaming, and generally being obnoxious at all hours of the night and day.
Day is more forgivable. I'm not expecting campus to be a retirement home in the least. It wouldn't be college without the parties, events on the Quadrangle or games at the Ryan Center.
No, what I'm referring to is the juxtaposition of "quiet hours" to noise. While some parts of campus die down after dark, some parts decidedly do not.
What I'm sick of hearing is bass resonating from cars that shakes my floor two levels up.
What I can't stand are people yelling to each other from less than 3 yards away past 11 p.m.
And what I absolutely can't fathom is hearing someone else's music resonating through your own headphones when you're trying to block it out.
I shouldn't be able to hear your entire song three floors up and nor should the pounding baseline be a borderline massage at 3 a.m.
Out of curiosity, how do some people even stand music that loud? I would ask if you cared that your eardrums are eventually going to rupture, but it just seems not.
It's not even just music. I've heard people setting off firecrackers and fireworks at 1:30 a.m.
I hear slamming doors constantly around me, so much that I'm considering writing my own musical canon to the sound of these doors.
And God forbid you keep your mouth shut at 2 a.m. when others are trying to sleep.
Sleep, there's another novel concept.
Some of us actually try to attempt it between 12 a.m. and 7 a.m. It gets hard when you have a different disturbance every hour, almost on the hour, to contend with.
It's the sheer level of noise that I hear.
Normally in the summer, I'd wake to an alarm clock or a TV in a relatively quiet place. The thing I've most missed is that quintessential peace.
A campus is a community and what I have no idea about is why people insist on playing music, screaming, and generally being obnoxious at all hours of the night and day.
Day is more forgivable. I'm not expecting campus to be a retirement home in the least. It wouldn't be college without the parties, events on the Quadrangle or games at the Ryan Center.
No, what I'm referring to is the juxtaposition of "quiet hours" to noise. While some parts of campus die down after dark, some parts decidedly do not.
What I'm sick of hearing is bass resonating from cars that shakes my floor two levels up.
What I can't stand are people yelling to each other from less than 3 yards away past 11 p.m.
And what I absolutely can't fathom is hearing someone else's music resonating through your own headphones when you're trying to block it out.
I shouldn't be able to hear your entire song three floors up and nor should the pounding baseline be a borderline massage at 3 a.m.
Out of curiosity, how do some people even stand music that loud? I would ask if you cared that your eardrums are eventually going to rupture, but it just seems not.
It's not even just music. I've heard people setting off firecrackers and fireworks at 1:30 a.m.
I hear slamming doors constantly around me, so much that I'm considering writing my own musical canon to the sound of these doors.
And God forbid you keep your mouth shut at 2 a.m. when others are trying to sleep.
Sleep, there's another novel concept.
Some of us actually try to attempt it between 12 a.m. and 7 a.m. It gets hard when you have a different disturbance every hour, almost on the hour, to contend with.
