The Dorm Nazi

This week, every teacher was where they were supposed to be -- no strikes, no conferences, no 'oops I forgot I had class.' It was a little trying, but I got through it!

The other day I had my first unpleasant run in with 'La Femme,' otherwise known as the Dorm Nazi. She used to love me, but apparently her loyalty is fleeting. One of the gentlemen down the hallway had a big party last Thursday night that lasted until 4AM and someone complained. I had been there for an hour or two at the beginning, but I'm sort of a teacher, so I make it a policy not to stay too long. Well, the woman knocked on my door Tuesday night and asked about this party. She seemed convinced that it had been in my room. (?) After I assured her it was not, she asked me if I had been with them, and since I had been for a little while, I said yes. So, she began what is probably her typical speech about quiet hours starting at 10PM and 'no partying' in the dorm. Ok, fine. As she left, my very quiet neighbor returned home, so I took the opportunity to say 'Désolée Benoît' to apologize if we had bothered him. 'La Femme' heard me say this, or rather heard me say something, and did a 180° turn and came back and went into Phase Two Reprimand Mode. 'I can call the head director to come talk to you if you would like, and if you don't like the rules you can move out. Besides that, you are responsible for these boys.' I honestly could not even begin to explain where this hostility was coming from, or for that matter how it is at all my job to be responsible for the 20 somethings living in my hallway. Then she stormed off and hopefully this is the end of this story!

This weekend I'm going to a tractor festival. Woo!