It was room 205!

I was kept awake later than I wanted to be last night by the sounds of youthful joie de vivre. I decided against calling safety&security, or going next door to yell at the kids in person because I thought that that would wake me up more than the sprinting in the hallway, moving furniture,yelling about redbull and do another shot, and moving furniture, and banging on the walls, and more sprinting, and slamming doors and slamming other things on the floor in the bathroom, and pool balls clacking around on the pool table. Being from beautiful Deteoit, Michigan, however, I am familiar with the "snitches get stitches" code. I'm in Rhode Island now, and these kids are acting like assholes, I will dime them out all day for keeping me up. Apparently the other things slamming on the floor was them tearing the two little plastic dividing walls and the tiles through which they were mounted off of the bathroom walls. Then they dragged them into the pool room and decided to make some more noise. I don't need that, and the school doesn't need to be beaten up any worse than it is. This act of destruction took away the only little bit of privacy that was provided to us. They wanted to watch everybody dry off? I don't get it, but I hope they get sent home to an old school ass whipping. Serves them right for not offering to share their booze.