The great thing about living on campus in university is the prevalence of personal lives falling into stereotypes, deserved or not. If you don't know someone on your floor, personally, you're bound to talk about them. Then again, I might just be a horrible person. Case in point, if you were one of two girls who only spent time with each, and avoided meeting other people, you might have just been shy, but living in campus residences, you're known as the floor lesbians. Sorry, that's just how it works.

Or if you're the RA, and during an april fools day you are forever known as douche. Said April Fools Day, Justin and I were trying to think of a prank to pull on someone, anyone. After googling "good pranks to pull" and coming up with nothing (our only surefire way to think of pranks) and coming up with nothing, we sat down and decided to brainstorm things to do. After hours of creative genius, we came up with a frank hitherto unequaled with creative genius and engineering prowess. We decided to tie a sheet to opposing doors, rendering the doors locked in place.

So, armed with Justins extra sheet (thanks Justins mom!) and youthful exuberance, we set off to celebrate April Fools Day in traditional fashion. Obviously, we had to prank an RA, when you can only stick it to the man one day a year in good fashion, the RA was an obvious target. Our good friend, Phipps, shared bathrooms with the victim of our prank, and so it was his door we had to tie the sheet to as well.

While we walked down the hallway, the sounds of the Offspring's "can't get my head around you" wafted out to greet us. The Offspring, of course, are the number one greatest selling independent label band in the world. A fact reiterated to us numerous times by Phipps, all in numerous stages of sobriety as well...

And so, with both doors tied, we pounded both doors, just waiting for the first angry soul to poke his head out the door. No response from Phipps. With the exception of the Offspring blaring out from his doors, there was little signs of life. Now, from the RA he was attached to, he opened the door about an inch. Struggled with it. And yelled "who did this!". After shutting the door, returning with scissors, and ruining Justins sheet.

And there you have it, the story of the Jerk. And of the greatness of our pranks in university, a sheet. PS. sorry Justins mom for being irresponsible with the sheet...