Mar 2014
Josie Bungert

Potatoes, Beer Bottles, and Opus Hall

This morning when I walked out of my apartment in Opus Hall, I was immediately put in a bad mood.

You see there were potatoes. Uncooked, whole, straight-from-the-garden potatoes. And they weren’t on the floor, which would make me angry enough, but they were instead perched on anything they could be put on, all the way down the hallway and into the stairwell.

There was one on top of a light fixture.


And another on top of the fire extinguisher case


And a third on the floor at the bottom of the steps.


Now, seeing potatoes on the floor would have been bad, because it would represent tom foolery that my neighbors think is hysterical. And that’s where they all were, last night, when these shenanigans went down.

But seeing them in all of these places made me angry because not only did the people take the time to pick them up off the floor, but they took the time to put them in other places. They took the time to balance them on thin ledges, spread them out one at a time. And this example was not the first time any of this happened. Usually, its beer bottles, that people stack in the windowsills of the stairwell, or on top of the fire extinguisher as well. Does anyone else see a problem with putting things on top of a fire extinguisher? What if someone had to use it, and in the process knocked the bottles down, shattering them into the carpet? Not smart.

I guess what I am trying to say is that everyone who lives in Opus and Davis is a junior or senior, which means they are at least 20 years old, most of them older. If at 20 years old you don’t think “huh, it may be better to put this in the trash can” or “hey, maybe we shouldn’t play with potatoes in the hallway” when presented with this situation, I am concerned. They could have taken them to the trash room, which is literally around one corner.

Also, every time there is garbage, trash, food, bottles, etc., in the hallway, I cannot help but feel terrible for the janitors who take care of our campus and building everyday.

Finally, it makes our living space look and feel awful. And that is completely the residents’ involved fault. The people who work in our building work hard to take care of it, and I think it’s time we show them some appreciation.

So please, wherever you live, even if it’s not in my building, live like you’re adults. You live out on your own, and even if you don’t take care of your apartment or own living space, keep that mess inside, and don’t spread it to the common areas of the building. C’mon people, it’s not too difficult!