Dear Neighbors to the left,
Are you enrolled in classes? I am starting to think that you aren't, because I never actually see you leaving your room, and I hear you up screaming and cackling at all hours of the night. Just because you may not have work, or don't have to wake up early in the morning, does not mean that everyone here at this institution feels the same way. Last night, I managed to finish most of my homework, clean my side of the room, and climb into bed with a book by 11, and then you started screaming. I pounded on the wall. You stopped for a sec, and then went right back to it. Are you kidding me? Please, please, please stop this childish behavior before my workload picks up.
Love,
Lizzie
Dear Neighbors to the right,
Don't dye your hair in the bathroom right in front of the soap and paper towel dispensers. Don't dry your hair at 7 in the morning. Don't slam your door late at night, don't sit with your back against my door as you have a late-night hallway pow-wow with your friends. I respect your space and time, please respect mine.
Love,
Lizzie
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