I am currently living in one of NYIT’s dorm buildings… thanks I can hear your disappointment from here, and I feel like one of these days a burn book is gonna be found in the common area. The amount of drama that goes on in the building especially my suite is absurd, but… I secretly enjoy it; it’s like watching a 24 hour reality TV show. I live in a suite with 11 other girls, who cant even wipe there own a** but claim to be independent feminists… yeah right. Anyways and we all share a kitchen area; so everyone thinks they are privileged to use each others things. Everyone is happy as long as we return each others things back to where they belong… I guess a few people completely missed the memo.
I remember last semester I was sitting in my bed when my phone starts buzzing, I was too lazy to see who was calling me so I continued watching the latest episode of Arrow. After a few minutes, there is a knock at my door, “Girl… you better open this door” my suite-mate Siobhan (pronounced Sha-von) said and just from the tone of her voice I knew some stuff was about to go down. I had the door half way open when Siobhan was already stomping into my room talking about some scissors. I look outside my half open door and see all the girls sitting in our common area listening to Siobhan yelling.
“Someone took my damn scissors! Why in the hell do ya’ll need to take my scissors?” I could not stop laughing, the other girls looked so terrified.
**Just some background info for you all, my friend Siobhan had just bought a new kitchen knife set that also came with kitchen scissors 2 weeks prior to it going missing**
Siobhan texted in our suite group chat asking for the culprit to give her scissors back and I am almost positive she scared the crap out of them because they all withdrew to their rooms with their tails between their legs. That is until last week on Tuesday. During this class, we talked about the class blog and right away I knew I was going to write about NYIT dorm drama and my first blog was going to be dedicate to Siobhan’s scissors. In the last 10 minutes of class, my phone buzzes and I look at the screen to find a picture of the famous missing scissors, “Ya’ll see this sh*t?” Siobhan wrote right below it. They were finally returned to their rightful owner…it ONLY took a whole semester.