And boy, aren't you glad! The Dark Ages were full of religious fanaticism, wars, diseases, and, most of all, bad hygiene. Nowadays we have tolerance, security, good health, and cleanliness!
... Well, at least, most places do, but Peabody Hall is not one of them. The bathrooms are nasty. The elevators smell funny. The carpets have strange stains that no-one wants to know about. There's been a burrito at the bottom of the south stairway since Sunday (March 1st). And there are more of those mysterious stains on the walls.
Let me tell you a story about the stains on the first floor. At the beginning of last semester, there was a severely depressed girl living on the first floor. One day, she cut herself in an attempt to commit suicide. Someone noticed and called the police, who dragged her out of there. She fought them, and got some blood on the walls and the door to the north stairway. The bloodstains are still there today.
Do you think I'm exaggerating? I am not. I wish I was, but I am not. I had a friend come up last weekend, and I was able to illustrate the story I just told you by showing them to her. There is one directly across from the door to the bathroom, one halfway down the hall to the south stairway, and some on the door to the north stairway. If my camera had not broken, I would go and take pictures of these to show you all that I speak the truth.
If you guessed that I'm not living in the dorms next semester, you'd be right.
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