Welcome back, law students!
It’s a brand-new year, full of so much potential for embarrassment. And nothing says “school’s back” more than a classic school-wide email screed.
It only took two days this year, so kudos!
This time it’s a noise complaint blasted to the entire student body. It sounds like the denizens of Mercer Hall #[redacted] had quite the party last night….
Without further ado, here’s the email NYU Law students found in their inboxes this morning:
Date: Fri, Aug 30, 2013 at 4:20 AM
Subject: An Open Letter to the Occupants of Mercer #[redacted]
To: Law School Exchange
It is now 4:20 a.m. on a Friday morning. You got back from what I assume was Bar Review about a half-hour ago, at which point we embarked on a musical journey through some of the worst drunken music taste and singing abilities this unfortunate soul has had the misfortune of enduring. At first I assumed it was only an after-party, which for a while progressed to karaoke, the most mortal of sins, but now based on the cacophony and number of sources of noise I’m convinced you just have a 10 piece drum set and your friends all brought amps over for band practice. This was not my first route. I spent 5 minutes standing outside your door knocking, [to] no avail. I was just down at the front desk telling him of my strife, and apparently the best he could do was send a porter when one became available. That was 15 minutes ago now. Since I’m clearly not getting to sleep any time before you, I figure that my best option to round out the night was a good-old-fashioned public [shaming].
I really didn’t want to do this, but seriously. I knocked really loudly, and for a long time. And you’re just being the most phenomenally outrageous a**holes right now. So f**k you, sir.
Your music is awful. Whatever frat house your deficiently developed super-senior ass was finally kicked out of after university policy mandated you leave clearly had the right idea, and if it were up to me I would do the same. Unfortunately you apparently somehow bought your way into another 3 years at NYU, where apparently you were also able to pick up some expensive speakers, much to my and the building’s chagrin. In all of our interests of peaceful coexistence, sleep, and avoiding frivolous litigation, I implore you: shut the fuck up.
I have 9:00 AM class, you dick.
Usually the author of the email blast to everyone is an insufferable douche, but in a surprising twist, this letter seems entirely reasonable because the most mortal of sins is, indeed, karaoke.
On the other hand, the author is not blameless here. Signing up for a Friday morning class? As a 2L?
Rookie mistake, bro.