With the latest news of yet another suspension for Hokies athletes, let's share our stories and experiences with VT Student Affairs (aka Judicial Affairs) and/ or the fine folks of the various law enforcement agencies in the Blacksburg area (raise your hand if you've gotten an underage possession of alcohol citation from a dang ABC officer in a Hokie Effect shirt).
*For the younguns, JR means "judicial referral". I think they call them conduct referrals now...?
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Early my freshman year we played beer (liquor for me) pong with some friends two floors down. Someone let me out of Lee and for whatever the hell reason we ended up in Cochran. All I remembered was opening my eyes to find myself lying on the floor in a hallway and an RA standing over me asking me what my name was. For some reason I said "mGe, Lee 506, and my RA is Lenore McMillan." Cringed. Woke up the next morning certain a a JR was already in my mailbox. Somehow, never got one for that. Thank you 2nd-year RA who hated writing JRs.
My ACTUAL JR story comes from my sophomore year when I left for class with my computer open and Frostwire (RIP) running, and someone uploaded an episode of Scrubs (RIP) from my computer. Spent a Friday afternoon in a class called "Choices" full of people with alcohol JRs and which was clearly directed toward people with alcohol JRs and not copyright infringement JRs. Obviously this was long before Netflix.
2003, playing darts in the hallway with a couple of guys in the dorm (my RA, included) for a few hours.
A few darts missed the board and hit the wall. Another RA from a different floor was walking by, on the hunt for whoever stole the couch from their floor, and ordered us to disperse.
A week goes by and I get a knock on my door. It's the RA with a referral naming me and 9 others as having committed an infraction. The 10 of us go to the hearing where we were all given the same punishment (1 year probation, $200 fine, mandatory enrollment in what I can only describe as a driver improvement course, but substitute driving with alcohol) I was not aware of any alcohol being consumed by any of the people present, but all of us were then placed on the alcohol offenders list for the yearlong probationary period.
Holy crap. I can't speak to VT RA's but in my one year in living in a college dorm at Randolph Macon in Ashland VA my RA whose room was next to mine: bought us our alcohol, found me blacked out standing in the hall bathroom with every sink and shower on standing in the middle of the room talking about world domination and helped us patch up spots in the drywall when something would break it.
"Far Out!"
From North Dallas Forty
Not a Judicial Affairs thing, but a Montgomery County thing...
I was 21 during Fall 2006, my senior year at Virginia Tech. My parents were down for the Duke football game, which was a noon kickoff. We were tailgating on Houston Street, and walked to the stadium, with my red cup in hand. I finished my beer and proceeded to carry my empty red cup on the way to the game to the nearest dumpster.
While on the way, a friend of mine who had not yet finished his beer, was pulled aside and given an underage possession ticket by an ABC officer. This is right by the Stadium Woods on the trail – a well-known stake out on the way to the game for ABC'ers.
While he was being issued a ticket, at some point my shoe became untied. I went down to tie my shoe, set my empty cup beside me, tied said shoe, and stood back up. I took one step towards my mom and dad, and went to go back to grab my empty cup. As I turned back around, I bumped into someone. It was an ABC Officer who ripped me away by my right arm, and forcibly pulled me away to where I fell on the ground and he drug me. I asked what was going on and his response was "Littering!! That red cup, is that yours?" I replied "Yes sir." He responded, "You litter and you will pay." I could not believe this... and tried to fight in court with witnesses, but the judge sided with the officer.
All I did was take one step away from the cup, and apparently that earns you 50 hours community service.
Looking back, this was never reported to JA... not sure why it wasn't.
I have a friend that also got a littering charge in Stadium Woods and 50 hours community service. I'm sure her actual crime was just as insignificant as yours.
Yea, ridiculous. The only good thing that came out of it was that I was already volunteering with an non-profit, service organization on my own, and requested to have that organization qualify for where I had to meet my hours, which the judge granted.
So what happened with the cup?!?! Did he make it to the dumpster to meet with his family or is he still out on the ground somewhere cold and alone???
He remained Solo for a while, but found his home back in Dixie...
I used to live on Center St right next to that entrance to the stadium woods. Good times are had by all
That duplex that is behind the apartments off of Center Street, is the "stand here and finish your beer" spot on the way to the stadium. I've seen 70 year olds chug their beer before exiting to Stadium Woods.
Yup, my apartment was the one on the top floor overlooking that duplex. We were in good place to see all the shenanigans on gamedays, and the gate openings to the stadium woods flooded with people. Without fail, every weekend we'd have some old folks taking beer bongs and reliving their glory days.
We were also in prime position to be a little helpful. You probably wouldn't be surprised that there were frequent shenanigans going on on the stadium woods paths, sometimes just some kids smoking pot but occasionally actual trouble. On more than one occasion I pointed the cops in the right direction when they arrived to respond to someone hitting one of those blue light emergency kiosk things.
My roommate and I were exec courted (basically a trial by jury of fellow cadets plus an officer) for inappropriate pictures found on the internet. (I had very little on, yes I was very stupid) I think I received two weeks of dorm restriction, lost my position and scholarship for a semester. Considering I drank enough to float a battleship it's surprising that was the only real trouble I ever got into.
My old roommate got a JR for downloading a video game illegally. He had to take some online responsibility course which sounded like a joke. I know for a fact I downloaded way more music, movies, games, etc than he did when I was in Prichard. Somehow dodged that bullet.
Also I Interviewed to be on the JR Council. Didn't get the job. Became a lawyer anyway.
So TKP has a lawyer now too?!
Umm I'm pretty sure we have at least 2 others one of which started this thread.
Hey, my old roommate got a JR for downloading a video game illegally too...
Hmmmmmmmmm. Almost like we were roommates or something.
Almost...
Haha, No JR's for us!
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I had a friend who had the same thing happened to him. The funny thing is that what he did wasn't really illegal since he downloaded a resident evil ROM for an emulator for a game he had in his dorm but his PS2 was out of commission. He tried to explain it and even proved it wasn't illegal to download a backup if you already own it and they still made him take that stupid piracy course. I think he also had to pay to take it.
Anyway the key to not getting caught is to change the down/up ports and not have more than 600 MB upstream traffic in a day as that triggers them to monitor you for a while. But that was for Torrents which is all we used when I was in school I'm sure Kazaa, Limewire, and the like were a lot easier to get caught with.
During my freshman year (95-96) there was a guy a few rooms down the hall from me who set up his own filesharing ftp site just for sharing music and the like with a few friends. (This was before Napster, Limewire and the like) As more and more people found out about it, everybody was uploading and downloading music, video games and the like. Then one night he got a visit from the head of the Computer Science department warning him that something like 20% of the web traffic in the entire university was going through Miles Hall and the FBI was allegedly on route to investigate. If he didn't want to go to jail, he had a few hours at most to destroy everything. That put quite a scare into him and he shut it all down. Somehow I don't think he ever faced any sort of discipline.
Well done on maintaining Miles reputation as a haven of deviant behavior
Absolutely! Miles 236, 1975-77.
As CapeHokie can attest during that time we did more stuff that should have gotten JRs than actually did.
Our big feat was a keg party during exam week that landed 8 of us on probation.
And the epic fireworks battles (engineers can build some kick-ass explosives), sawing off one guy's doorknob and supergluing it to his door jamb, tossing a QP of weed out the window to an eagerly awaiting accomplice while an RA was trying to bust down the door, etc. You could smoke anything and everything in the dorms back then.
My freshman year, I actually crashed my '69 GTO into a tree in a Dean's front yard on the side of Miles after coming home from a frat party. I was hammered, but somehow the drunken driving charge didn't stick in Montgomery County court.
Ahh...the relatively easy, carefree 70's. Life was so much easier then...
Yes that was my hacksaw
I was out at Fooz and never understood what the reason (as if we needed one) was for that
My 5th year of college, in the Fall of 2005, I was the Head RA of Thomas/Monteith (That's right kids, Civilians lived there. Actually, I think I have to say "People lived there" now, right?). Would have made me 22 years old (important fact).
As was tradition, we hit our standard noon tailgate and began drinking. Legally.
If memory serves, it was the September 30 3:30pm game against Georgia Tech, so there was plenty of time to imbibe, but as was the case with probably close to 65000 other people, not enough time to stay bountiful with "school spirit" to last for a full four quarters. Standing for four quarters sobers you fast. So, I did as any other red-blooded, 22 year old, legally able to drink, college Super Senior would do, and sucked down the top few ounces of a bottle of coke and replaced it with Jack.
We made our way to the football game, where I was promptly stopped by one of Montgomery County's finest Sheriffs and patted down. The Sheriff asked me what was in my bottle, to which I replied "Coke, sir". Not believing me, he unscrewed the cap, took a whiff, then sampled it for himself. Upon realizing that it was filled with his favorite evening beverage, he suggested I go visit "The Tent" with my identification.
"You don't want to do that", I informed him.
"I don't?" He asked?
"No sir. If you do that, I'm going to lose my job and my housing. And, also, I'm 22." I replied.
He more or less told me that it sucked to be me, and scooted me off to the tent.
I received no police citation, but was informed that I would be receiving a judicial referral. I already knew what was going to happen. Tech had a zero tolerance policy when it came to underage drinking and being an RA.
Oh, but wait...I was 22 years old.
It didn't matter. A few days later, I was informed they were going to have to make an example out of me. I had two weeks to find new housing, and would be relieved of my duties as the glorified babysitter of Upper Quad. I also had the joyous opportunity to be forced to attend Tech's "Alcohol Education Class", of which I was the only sober attendee.
The upside?
I moved in with a complete stranger I would eventually marry and call my baby mama.
It was amazing to me that I somehow escaped with countless warning for file sharing, lucked-out that multiple RAs warned us for being to loud and drinking as underagers, and generally avoided trouble for 4 years and 3 months.
I'm confused, what did the school say you did wrong?
I had alcohol at the stadium. That's against Hokie Handbook policy. Or at least it was 11 years ago.
my freshman year ('03-'4) I lived in Thomas as a civilian. Almost all of us on the hall were freshmen. Our first RA got caught buying beer for a hall party. Dude was 19 and using a fake ID. It did not go well for him. Another RA (assistant RA maybe?) left because he was too much of a stickler for rules so his room was vandalized on a regular basis.
Someone let slip that Thomas was going to be renovated that summer so in addition to the normal weekend activities, everyone did their part to jump start the demolition. The last RA just shrugged it off. Only time I saw him give a JR was when one of the other freshmen got drunk and locked himself out of his room. The RA had a, well, lady friend over and the freshman had particularly bad timing. RA was so loud cussing him out it woke me up down the hall.
ah life in Thomas...
I think I remember that. I was HRA of Miles that year and worked with that guy
Coming back from a party, getting ready to hop to another, had to get off at Burress to wait for the next bus. Had the sudden urge to take a piss, decided it was a good idea to piss on Burress Hall building. A drunk tank night and a couple AA classes later, I was free!
I hate it when my bladder does that....
Took my closet door off and used it for beer pong in West AJ back in 2005. Hit the game winner, got a little too excited and....
"I'm going to need you to come down to my office." I got the last laugh by snatching 2 DVD's off her desk and slid them in my waistband as we were leaving. One of the best laughs I had freshman yea.
Same thing happened to me. My roommate and I were carrying our door back to our room when the RA saw us. We moved quick and shut the door behind us. He knocked, we answered and said we were building a fort. He shook his head and left.
If I ever see my RA again, I will buy him lunch.
A fort. Classic. Peter Griffin would be proud, but then punch you in the thigh for not actually having built one.
My Freshman year (1993), I lived on the fourth floor of Pritchard, while all of my friends lived on the 3rd floor cross hall by the back entrance. Early in my first semester, myself and about five others were "hanging out" in a room when there was a knock on the door. One glance through the peephole followed by the panicked expression of the newly appointed "look-out" and beer cans, bottles, bowls, and bongs quickly went scurrying to hiding places like cockroaches upon the flick of a light switch. No words were exchanged. None were needed. After all contraband appeared hidden, the door was opened to reveal three RAs with looks of disappointment on their tired faces. This was not their first rodeo and they appeared to be tiring of the antics of the cattle. We were informed that we were being too loud and that the distinct smell of marijuana has permeated the hallway. Ever honest, we all agreed. They entered and visually inspected the topography, somehow able to discern dorm room party evidence from normal dorm room chaos. In the trash can, some empty beer cans were found. One of my friends was unfortunate enough, or stupid depending on point of view, to have left his used bowl sitting on the sink next to him. This was not a good hiding spot. We were rounded up like pathetic, scared, little puppy dogs and shepherded to the office. You spend a lot of your Blacksburg life on foot, and that walk felt like the longest, by far, that I had ever had to walk since arriving on campus. Residents in hallways fled to cover behind thick wooden doors and assumed their positions at their peepholes as our motley assemblage shuffled past. Televisions and stereos lost all nerve to speak as we advanced on to our certain doom. Upon arrival at our destination, our Hokie IDs were collected and information recorded so that justice may begin its course, but when an RA approached me and asked for my ID, the following exchange occurred:
Beleaguered RA #1: "Can I see your ID?"
Me: "Dude, I go to Radford, I'm just here visiting my friends."
Beleaguered RA #2 (the actual RA assigned to the room we were in): "I see you around here all of the time."
Me (with a shrug): "Radford classes are really easy. I have a lot of free time. Do you guys want my driver's license?" I extended my arm with said license in hand.
My license was taken, but no information was transcribed that I witnessed. The owner of the bowl was told to wait while the rest of us were addressed. We were scolded, and the others were told that they would be notified if the RAs decide to further pursue the matter. They were beyond grateful to be let-off with just a warning and the vigorous exercise of their sweat and adrenal glands. I was told to not hang around there as much. We retreated to our little caves at nearly full sprint. The poor paraphernalia enthusiast ended up getting a semester of probation. He ended up getting the best grades of all of my friends, not just that year, but throughout his college experience. It was a good month before I ventured back to the third floor cross hall. For the remainder of the school year, whenever that third floor RA and I crossed paths, an odd look of half-remembered confusion would cross his face. I made sure to do nothing to jog his memory.
JR#1: One night freshman year, returning from a night of partying, I was too lazy to walk all the way to the main entrance at the east end of Miles Hall and sign in, so I got in through the locked door on the west end of the building. It was common knowledge that the lock on that door was either worn out or needing adjustment. A quick, hard pull on the door handle would open the door every time. Apparently, the first floor R.A. heard the pop and caught up with me in the stairwell, where he proceeded to lecture me about using the proper entrance after hours, and warned me that next time I'd get a J.R. I responded with something to the effect of "You do what you gotta do, boss", and he wrote me up for being a smartass. I had to go to some stupid hearing and they put me on probation for the rest of the semester or something like that. The following spring, when I applied for a job as an R.A. for my sophomore year, I discovered that the RHF doesn't like to hire R.A.'s who have a record, no matter how silly the offense.
J.R.#2: First weekend of my junior year, (yes, I did somehow manage to avoid documented trouble my entire sophomore year, somehow) my roommate and I decided that we wanted to have a few drinks, but didn't feel like leaving the dorm. So we obtained a couple 40's and proceeded to get hammered while playing computer games and pestering the DJ at the 105.3 with annoying calls and stupid requests. Eventually there was a knock at the door, from the R.A. We dumped what was left down the sink and weakly hid the bottles, which the jerk found. That was when we learned that a dorm room is, as far as the RHF was concerned, just like a car. You can get popped just for having an open or empty container. I don't even remember if I bothered to attend the hearing for that one.
My hall never got in trouble for empty containers,
maybe because they weren't in our rooms.
Was present at a party in Pritchard during exam week. Guy who lived in the room played music too loud, after multiple warnings we were all written up - referred for JRs or whatever the process was.
While the RA was writing us up, I was belligerent (I was just there - no idea why he wrote up everyone and it ticked me off), argued with him. Generally just made things worse. One guy who was there kept telling me "Just shut up! Let's get this over with. I have to piss!"
I was in the Corps at the time, expected to go to Exec, but nothing ever came of it. No idea why.
1) My Freshmen year I lived in Peddrew-Yates. As we had a common area and one of my suitemates had a futon, we frequently had people crashing in our suite. One Saturday morning before a game, I was in my dorm watching ESPN with my roommate and girlfriend and I heard yelling from the bathroom. Turns out a friend of ours had gotten himself VERY drunk at a tailgate (apparently one of my suitemates, who turned out to have a major cocaine problem, had been spiking his drinks with more booze thinking it would be funny to get him extra drunk).
Our friend, let's call him Aaron, had come back to the dorm and was in the common bathroom where my suitemate (let's call him Thomas) was trying to get him to throw up. Aaron was having none of this and was mostly passed out, but when Thomas could get his attention he really aggressive. Luckily Thomas was A) Sober B) A high school wrestler or it could have gotten ugly. After a while we decided we needed to call the Rescue Squad and get the attention of the RAs. Aaron fought off the paramedics for a bit but was eventually strapped to a board and was only able to spit at people. The only moment of levity was him asking "I'm really drunk aren't I?". He was taken to the hospital, blew a .4 (yes, you read that right), had his stomach pumped etc. etc. We were pulled in to the JR hearings and gave our stories. A few of my suitemates admitted to having drank a beer at the tailgate (which I was not present at) to the RAs on the day of the incident...then tried to say that they hadn't when the hearing came around. This resulted in a 2nd hearing due to a "preponderance of evidence". I had my story straight, and told them I wouldn't be showing up. Luckily I escaped...Aaron was out of school for the semester.
2) Sophomore year I was in New Res East. I arrived early to help move other students and we decided to party, thinking that since move in hours hadn't started yet the RAs wouldn't be making rounds. False.
We had a whole beer pong set up in the common area and were making a ton of noise/playing music when we got a knock at door. We cracked the door, told several RAs who'd responded to the noise that we'd turn down the music and closed it. While we quickly tried to clean up, the RAs knocked on the door again and told us they needed to be let in or they'd key themselves in, so we obliged. We managed to miss ONE beer can and the search was on. They found the trash we'd hidden in the ceiling and didn't believe us when we told them that no one had moved into the middle room (where we'd hidden the drunkest people who we didn't trust to talk to the RAs). They let themselves into that room and found several drunk, underage students. One of them had never drank before and during the questioning managed to fall down and knock over a bookshelf (lets call her Theresa). We were able to convince them not to call the cops and escort the young woman in question home but the shit had really hit the fan. Hearing day comes and we'd hatched a master plan: since Theresa was the only one that was clearly drunk and was already going to get two strikes, we were going to pin it all on her. We concocted a story where she was at an off campus party and had come back with friends, made a mess and we were cleaning it up when the RAs showed. I also conveniently forgot what day/time my hearing was. I somehow ended up getting nothing but a required (online if I remember correctly) alcohol class and nothing on my record. Somehow Theresa and I are still friends...though I question her judgement on that one.
There were also several incidents where my suite was called down to the office for IRs (incident reports?) due to trash, noise etc. I was once shown a clipboard FULL of forms that were all apparently related to my suite -- it was *slammed* down on the table in front of me and I was told that I'd be kicked out of school if another incident was reported. Not sure what came of that, but I didn't get kicked out so....
After reading through these I have to ask why so harsh? Is it VT policies? RA? This just seems crazy that so much hassle over normal college issues.
I will say that it really depends on who you get caught by. I've had similar stories to some of the less crazy ones above and received just a simple "Guys, keep it down before someone worse than me investigates."
Those were the good days, Cochrane hall, sophomore year.
Yeah, both the RAs I had to deal with were not nearly this strict.
I was an RA for 1 year and HRA for 2. In my day there was a certain over zealousness in the RA culture. Some RA's were just assholes but most were strict rule followers. Not in the asshole sense, rather in the just doing my job sense. That is what we get taught. Keep to the rules and just follow the procedures and if there is anything write it up and pass it up to someone more senior. One fact that most people may not know is that VT has one of the largest undergraduate RA populations. (I believe that is still correct) And I think this empowerment leads them down the dark side of being overly strict or rule abiding, but generally good people. But consider the VT on-campus pop is like a small town and the only ones actively policing it are other undergrad kids, so having them follow the letter of the law is good for Res Life. It's a delicate balance.
I wrote up my fair share of JR's but it was really only when people were either being too stupid or I caught them with other RA's and needed to write them up. My RA's were sometimes overzealous and when I was reading what they wrote up, would sometimes just go talk to the students and tell them "not again, or at least not in my building" and the JR would go missing.
I also tried to get my staff to understand that college is as much for social interaction as it is education and learning limits is healthy. So if someone does something stupid use your best judgement as to if that stupidity was in good fun or overtly damaging. Drinking in the room versus throwing a vending machine in the pit.
I was also on duty as HRA for some more serious things including a few rapes and 2 suicide attempts. Seemed to happen on my days for some reason, which lead me into becoming a counselor and getting certified.
Overall, being an RA is a pretty easy job that comes with free room and a shitty salary. In fact, I always believed being an asshole just made your job harder because nobody likes an asshole and the students on your floor will just try to fuck with you. Why have that? Be cool and let the stupid shit go with a talk and a warning.
But the greatest perk was that I could write myself an excuse to pretty much any missed quiz or late assignment. Gotta know how to work the system to your advantage!
I think it has a lot to do with the individual RA. My freshman year, the RA on my end of the Miles Hall 3rd floor (a guy named Ken Doll, I kid you not) seemed to really not like paperwork and would let you get away with just about anything other than openly drinking or smoking in the hallway...or making fun of his name. The dude on the other end of the floor was a real stickler for the rules and would write you up for just about anything. That changed abruptly after one of his charges came back to campus earlier than expected from a weekend at home and allegedly found said RA in his dorm room watching a movie (I'll let you use your imagination to guess what kind of movie) on the resident's TV. After that, a deal was apparently brokered and the entire floor was a glorious free-for-all for the remainder of the year.
Agreed. Freshman year, I had a female RA who was underaged and getting drunk all the time. Soph year, the RA was underaged and walked in drunk with me back to the dorm. He also gave us tips on ways of hiding things so that when he walked in, he wouldn't have to turn a blind eye. I guess what I'm saying is, some of the RA's were pretty chill
Majority of us, in my experience, didn't enjoy getting folks in trouble or dealing with the paperwork. We were mostly looking for a way to cut the cost of going to college by getting free room and board in exchange for making sure nobody screws up too bad.
Man, a lot of rough stories here. I lived in Pritchard, 4th floor, in 2003. My RA was awesome. He, to my knowledge, never wrote up anyone on our floor. Guy across the hall peed on his computer one night after a party and got nothing but a broke computer. We used run into the RA all the time at 2am when we got home and all he ever did was tell us to go to bed. We had someone who was 21 on the floor and he would get us beer all the time, RA basically said, "Don't let me see you do it" and everything was fine.
I lived in Pritchard the last year it was still the Man Castle/7 Layers of Players. There were a lot of things that they let slide, my guess being by the thought "eh, it's just guys, it's not going to hurt anyone". I for one was very appreciative. Unless you were passed out in the hallway or the bathroom there weren't many JRs written. RIP all male Pritchard.
The only JR I ever got was because I didn't manage to pull my flag off the wall in time for a random inspection... oh noes, flammable objects on the walls! (Because posters aren't... *eyeroll*)
Blacksburg Police stopped me on the way back from a party and busted me for having a .03 BAC.
Point. Zero. Three.
not 1 JR, i was lucky.
my RA my freshman yr was older and cool, as long as you weren't an asshole and could drink responsibly, he turned a blind eye. even when i cracked out on a bottle of mad dog 20/20 grape wine (drank in about 20 mins) he just told the guys to put me to bed and sleep it off.
RA my sophomore yr was drank more than anyone on the hall, due to being in a fraternity.
I have a longer story involving a town of blacksburg parking meter and the baptist student union, but I'll tell that one later, when i have time to write it.
Does getting caught fooling around in the car with your girlfriend in the cage count? All the officer did was ask if we had anything illegal and took our ID #s. And then told me, "Don't worry. I remember what it was like to be in college."
Never got in any major trouble but we had a kid take a piss in the middle of the hall (right outside my door) when he came home incredibly drunk. Not wanting anyone to step in it we threw some newspaper down over it and went to sleep. The next day the RA started lecturing us for leaving a bunch of newspapers in the hall and not picking up our trash (as she was picking them up with her bare hands). We didn't tell her.
Did you live on the fifth floor of Lee Hall 2010-2011? I lived in 549 and I remember walking in the hallway around 2 am or something seeing a giant puddle. I believe a hallmate told me who did it and I was not surprised in the least.
I think pissing in the hall is probably a strangely common story. I remember once in my Freshman year (2006) I was sitting in the hall with a bunch of guys just chatting it up when we hear the elevator ding. Instantly as the doors are opening we just see a stream of piss shoot out of the elevator. The individual on my hall that was the perpetrator came walking out of the elevator while still arcing a stream of piss out in front of him. He walked, while still pissing, over to the RA's door, pissed on his door and door knob, and then turned while still pissing and walked into his room and closed the door behind him.
Sadly I have many more hall pissing stories I could tell too.
Lol, the sleep pisser strikes again. Stay out of the way of the golden stream. Saw a similar thing happen at a friend's house party years ago. Someone who drank too much and was incoherent staggered into the host's bedroom (where he was sleeping at this point) started pissing and walked right over top of my friend in his bed and pissed all over him. Needless to say a huge argument ensued. I wish I could have heard the perpetrator's drunken rationalization for why pissing on him in bed was at all a good idea. I think it was something to the effect of, "Why are you getting so mad, it's no big deal. It's cool."
I'm sure there are. But, his age, username, where he's from, major(s), and what he's doing now all match up with someone who lived on my hall. And I remember the newspaper story as well.
A friend of mine who was in Thomas the year before me made the mistake of leaving his door open one Friday night. Some guy stumbled down the hall and walked into his room and starting pissing in his sink (sinks were right next to the door in Thomas). I'm hoping they bleached that sucker and threw away anything within splatter range (like toothbrushes).
Still not as bad as another guy taking a dump on his friend's roommate's bed in the middle of the night...
Yep haha. I know someone on TKP IRL now!
*raises hand*
Man we are a bunch of delinquents.
Wasn't a JR, but I once got exec courted by the corps because I went with the navy unit, on government orders, to do a required flight physical. And yet I never once got in trouble for showing up still drunk to morning formation (in fact I got promoted), organizing boxing matches in the basement, making hard cider in a closet, helping orchestrate a coup, rigging drum major tryouts, or the litany of other shenanigans I got into.
My class didn't know who was going to be drum major, because we were the first class in a long time to not have a single exec court case.
Our year they were going to make anyone who wanted to be performance Officer, and the recently added Assistant DM do the tryouts too.
HT, myself, and 2 others collectively decided that was dumb and all dropped out of trying out so there was just 1 participant.
You weren't exactly required to do much at that formation.
A certain other Bandsman was also still drunk and required to actually say stuff IIRC.
He had to say like 4 syllables. I think you're forgetting just how hard it was to keep from giggling when the three of us realized we were all still schnockered.
I had 6 JRs. My freshman year we had a pretty cool RA, he was pretty lax, and if I recall, he got into some crazy stuff himself (he had sex with his girl on that round table in Burruss). Here are short excrepts from the ones I can remember:
1. My freshman year in 1997, we got these giant dentyne cups as a welcome gift. They were like 44 oz and had a bunch of stuff inside. Shaving cream was one of these items. We were some of the first guys to live in Slusher, and we had a shaving cream fight. We cleaned it up, but the female RA gave us a JR.
2. There was a flooding of the bath tub (remember first males in Slusher), which apparently flooded an SA's room on the first floor. Seemed to skip a floor. Remember seeing her shoes floating around. I think I may have been pegged for this, or under heavy suspicion. Seems I was one of the ringleaders of our troubled band of brothers on our floor.
3. My sophmore year, we had a keg party in our dorm room in West Eggleston. Got busted at 10pm with over 30 people in our room. Cops rolled in. Our RA didn't turn us in, but the HRA had gotten a tip from another RA who had heard about the party. Cop proceeded to tell us about how he got drunk off some grape juice he once found under a porch, and could poo through a screen door. We were put on probation and kicked off campus living after that semester. The crazy part was we used to have Case parties, and sometimes we would have over 8 cases gone through. Which is more than a keg. I think being off campus eventually ended my JR streak.
Guess I can really only remember two, but I do know I had 6. A professor was trying to get me for honor code violation, because one of my class mates copied all my answers for homework. There was also a lot of streaking Slusher Beach and the Drillfield. Though I don't recall getting any JRs for those. Damn, now I'm going to be trying to figure out what else I got into trouble for.
Not sure how I or any of the others with me that night didn't get a JR, but here goes...
Freshman year (2004), lived in Pritchard. Partied out at Foxridge. Buddy of mine went hard in the paint on some jungle juice and ended up throwing up at the party (that's another story which involves me not being fast enough to get out of the way of projectile vomit...). My roommate and I basically carried him to the bus stop and we get on the bus back to campus. Well, it just so happens that our RA was on the same bus. We're trying to hold it together, but my buddy ends up puking on the bus. Thankfully, my drunk GF (more on her later) had grabbed some grocery bags from the party and we were able to contain it.
We finally make it back to Pritchard and get my buddy in bed. I'm stone sober and tired at this point, so my GF and I go to take the elevator up to my dorm room. The doors to the elevator shut and she goes 'I think I'm gonna be sick'...we make it to the 4th floor, rush to my room, but as I'm fumbling with the keys to get in the door she throws up all over the hallway. Remember the RA from the bus? Well, his room was directly across from mine. He hears the commotion and opens his door only to see a pile of vomit in the hallway. All I could do at that point was apologize profusely and ask if I could get a mop to clean it all up.
Somehow, none of the events of that night led to a JR. Thank you, RA, for not being a dick.
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Whoops, good catch! Fixed.
Twist ending!
Here we go...
A bunch of my high school friends and I lived in PY and were a part of the RLC community our freshmen year. One of my friends dorm room was positioned perfectly facing the side entrance to Pritchard and the stairs up to D2. My friend also happened to bring a water balloon launcher with him to college. I kid you not when I say that we could launch water balloons that would reach the top of the stairs leading to D2. It was incredible. We would always shoot our water balloons in the late hours of night and would keep his room pitch black so no one could even see us. One particular time we decided to take aim at Pritchard from the suite windows. We launched a water balloon at a window that was open but the screen closed. Direct hit. Water sprayed every in the guy's room. Immediately this hulking man got up in his room and made his way over to PY with about 3 or 4 of his other buddies. Panic ensued. Somehow they never found us.
Fast forward to our second engineering test of the fall semester. We all arrived back and were discussing the test. We were freaking out because none of us got the correct answer on the long work out problem. Out of anger and frustration we started throwing some soda and juice bottles around the room and a few of them ricocheted off the wall and out of the window. Two of PY's RA's just so happened to be walking by when this happened. About 6 of us had our information taken down and we had an informal conduct meeting with some guy in the RLC. It was the worst hour and a half of our life. He proceeded to learn everything about our lives before even getting to the main point of the meeting. I'm pretty sure we received CR's and were placed on probation for the rest of the year. Also, we were required to help tidy up and plant a garden in that triangle shaped area immediately behind Payne down the stairs on the way to War. As it turns out, there had also been a police investigation into the water balloon situation. Everyone thought that it had been coming from Pritchard. The guy at our informal conduct meeting confronted us about the water balloons but each one of us denied it. He had to have known it was us. But seriously, shooting those water balloons was hilarious. Watching people run up the stairs scared for their life was priceless.
Either you were copied, or I remember looking out my PY window and watching this hilariousness ensue. Leg to you
My roommate stole a germster and we kept it in our room for sanitary purposes. This wasn't good when the RA came in to "randomly" check our room after a big pregame.
We were wrote up for 6 things that night and I ended up seeing the business end of D2 for a few days and some probation. Not too bad but it certainly helps being able to argue and game the VT judicial system
Lived in the 2nd floor of Vawter in 2003. We were playing wiffle ball in the little grassy area, across from Donaldson Brown next to the dorm. One of our buddies was upstairs in his room overlooking the field, and for whatever reason we didn't feel like carrying everything upstairs. We had him open the screen and we threw the balls, bat, and bases up to him. RA saw, and decided to write us up. We appealed, since the rule book said it was verboten to throw things OUT of the windows, but said nothing about throwing things INTO the windows. Still got a JR.
Nicely done. Too bad it didn't fly.
That's gotta be the dumbest thing to get a JR for. Issue a warning telling you not to do it again then move on. Geeze that would've pissed me off
Some of the best and most memorable JRs/CRs from my time as an RA and stories I was told from past RAs:
-Kid was putting stink bombs all over Miles
-Girl drunkenly peed in her hallmate's closet at 3 AM thinking it was the bathroom
-Busting Margarita Monday on the roof of West AJ. Roof access was unlocked due to construction on East AJ
-Shower pooper part 1 and 2. Unknown resident was pooping in shower in 2008. Identity discovered in 2009 when same resident was pooping in showers of a different building.
-Vending machine thrown off the roof of Pritchard. Date unknown.
I'm sure there are more that I'm not thinking of. Some are more common and less exciting such as a couple busted in the showers together, but the girl thought she could wait it out by staying in there hoping the RA would just move along.
Into the Pit?
I believe so. That is secondhand information. Was told the story by an older RA when I first started.
Either it's happened multiple times, or it was secondhand information long before your older RA friend heard it. I heard the same story (except the machine was pushed out a window, rather than off the roof, although I'm not sure if the windows are even big enough for that to be a possibility) when I arrived on campus in 1995, and even then, it had happened at least a year or two prior. I often wonder if it's just an urban legend at this point, but it's certainly a persistent one.
My dad told me about a vending machine out a window in Pritchard and he graduated in '88. So yea, this is probably a rather old story.
lived with an RA for the first month of my freshman year, my favorite story from him hands down was about a bustup on pritchards roof
apparently someone broke the lock to the roof and replaced it with his own and turned the roof into his own private drinking ground, at the end of the year someone tried to go up there for some reason and realized the lock had been changed. Upon breaking it the RAs discovered some 300 beer cans on the roof
i also know of some guys throwing a hand sanitizer out of the 3rd floor of vawter and some guys sticking a lobster from west end down a toilet in a neighbors suite, the girls thought it was alive and screamed so loud it could be heard on multiple floors
didn't get in trouble for this, but sometime my sophomore year me and some friends in east AJ got on this kick of lighting a puddle of hand sanitizer on fire, then spraying compressed air/keyboard cleaner/whatever it's called over it and making a flame thrower.
Sometime that year, a water main or something broke over by litton reaves and we lost power on that side of campus. With it being pitch black at night, we would shoot the "flame thrower" out the windows facing west AJ. One of us went outside to watch, looked like a blast from a cannon.
no drinking involved. Not sure if this makes it worse or not...
Anyone remember the Hokie Bird statue thievery incident from in front of Moog on North Main street...on or about December 4, 2006....yeah me either!
Reading Day, Fall Semester of Senior year I went to my Frat's Christmas party.
Was pretty pumped because I was gonna do the easy as shit job of being the HT Public Affairs Officer, had done pretty solid in classes as a PSCI senior, and was only taking 1 Final.
The Christmas Party involved the graduating seniors drinking airplane bottles while handing out gifts.
I remember up to airplane bottle 12, at which point I was given a gift which came with a bundle of about 6 Fireball bottles thanks to our very own HightyTighty.
The next thing I am aware of was them checking my vitals in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.
Apparently I had stayed ok through the party, with some help gotten back up to my room on the 4th deck of Monteith and gotten dressed and in bed. Whereupon I promptly vomited. And it wasn't really the vomit that did me in, it was how agreeable I was.
"DB you ok?" "YEP"
"DB you drink tonight?" "YEP"
"DB whats your name" "YEP"
So that earned me a fine old Deputy Commandant's Hearing since I was a Senior.
Surprisingly since it was really my first brush with punishment and I had a pretty good record before that it went light on the punishment.
12 hours spent raking leaves and shoveling on Upper Quad(with more than a few others from the Band), an alcohol awareness class, and reduction in rank to Cadet private, which meant with no job I could really focus on academics my last semester which was nice.
While I didn't get to go with the band to Savannah for St. Patty's Day, they also didn't kick me out of the band which traditionally has been a favorite punishment for the Corps.
Correction: it was 8 airplane bottles, and only one or two were fireball. I also threw in some shitty vodka, some Chivas, and some wild Turkey.
My RA was awesome. We had a guy in our hall that would get plastered every weekend, puke all over the bathroom, and he never said a thing. I don't think he ever wrote anyone up, the other RAs in the building did but on our first day of school he just told us to keep it quiet when he's not around.
One day when he wasn't there my buddies were taking shots with their door open, a cop walked by and saw them. They thought they were gonna get in trouble, instead he just said "You guys might want to put that away before a RA sees you.".
I left a party once that got busted when I was 19, me and a friend were waiting for our DD on the sidewalk and were the only ones standing there (not a good idea). The cops that busted the party left and saw us so all their lights went back on and they surrounded us. I immediately told my buddy that we were probably getting arrested. They took our IDs and were talking to us, then one of them pulled out a breathalyzer and asked me to blow in it. Thinking that I was screwed anyway I just did it, blew a 0.11 (not horrible). They looked at my buddy and asked him what he thought he'd blow, then they started gambling on it. I looked at one of them and asked if we were in trouble. He laughed and said "No, we just don't want to give parking tickets downtown all night."
I know there are plenty of horror stories of cops and RAs being douchebags to kids, but there are some legit cool ones in Blacksburg too. We have much more understanding cops than schools like Maryland.
I was straight up terrified as to what was gonna happen to you until I read the punchline. That's awesome
I had a similar experience. The only JR my RA ever gave out was when a tackled his door into the hallway (it was off it's hinges for beer pong use) while hammered. Our RA was literally having a conversation about 10 feet away with the RD. Really he didn't have a choice or he wouldn't have given it still.
Heck on our hall everybody literally use to sit around in the hallway and drink in the evenings/at night. When our RA or police officers would come through everyone would just put their drinks behind their backs. It was pretty obvious what was going on but our RA and the officers that would come through every once in a while couldn't care less.
Man, I miss undergrad.
Vending machine in the pit goes back to 1979 when I started. We didn't get jrs back then. Most of my floor was called down to the residence hall head office by individual room and were told if the crap didn't stop, we were getting thrown out of the residence hall. I won't go into all the details but it involved a long going battle of very large pranks against another floor in the dorm.
Better idea: go into all the details.
I was wondering where that rumor started. I lived in Pritchard my freshman year and I heard that story my first night there. Later in the semester, me and my roommate got hammered on Hooch one Tuesday night and stumbled up to the top floor feeling duty bound to toss the vending machine out to keep the legacy going. After about fifteen minutes of drunk grunting and cussing we realized that the window was way too small now for that and we gave up. We were not very smart that night......
Those stories were around in 1975 when I was on campus.
Lived in Pritchard my first year and things got ugly the weekend before classes even started. I walked into my dorm that Sunday night and there's a raging party in the room across from mine. I pass my RA on the way and he just kinda shrugs like he's got better things to do. One kid from VA beach (can't remember the first name, but I'm pretty sure his last name was Ward) thinks that it's good form to pack his cocaine with him for college and then offer it to everyone on his side of the hall. From what I could gather from the stories the next day, the dude broke his screen trying to throw something (his TV, maybe) out the window. The RA ended up coming back to bust up the party. The ramifications were that everyone in that room got a JR and had to do some sort of alcohol class thing , Ward got kicked out of college before the first day of classes (or at least I didn't see him again. Maybe his family made him come home), and my RA was a lot stricter the rest of the year than I think he was planning on being because of how that first weekend went.
I dunno, sounds like a great way to make friends to me.
See what happens when you use surfboard resin to glue an ROTC guy's boots to a tile floor.