...my friends put a map to the library on my door for anyone who might be looking for me.
                          --Anne Overcash Hoffman (1989)

..Sally Voelkert returned to her room to find all her stuffed animals arranged in "compromising" positions on the bunk beds. And then my own "friends" thought it would be a hugely funny April Fool's joke to take EVERYTHING out of my single room and hide it in a study parlor. I didn't find it funny at all. I've mellowed a lot since then.
                                      --Jill Pavey Cofer (1978)

...Matt Frankland and Jason Northrop got caught "rock climbing" on the face of the dorm? They bouldered all the way from the left side of the building, over the computer lab, over the front door, and around the corner again--right over Tim and Chrissy's apartment. Tim was not too happy when he discovered them attached to his apartment window, much less climbing a University building. When Tim says "drop by anytime" he probably really means inside.
                                  --Kristy MacDougall (1996)

... the girls had a midnight curfew, but the boys didn't? During the curfew's last semester in fall 1972, one evening as the ladies entered their rooms and their lights came on, they were serenaded with "Good Night Ladies" by a quartet of young RC men in the courtyard. They sang it many times, including my name and many others in the song. I remember being very glad I was in RC and at UNCG. I felt like I was in the right place at the right time, probably reassured for the first time. I graduated later with two degrees and have been teaching art for 25 years and still remember that night. I know the serenaders included Dave Boutwell; maybe the remaining singers will write in and identify themselves for providing such a lasting memory.
                                         --Nancy Seate (1972)

Thanks to deferred maintenance, a lovely long crack appeared in the wall of the 2^nd floor hallway. Someone --was it Ramona Stone?-- dipped her feet in red paint and then left red footprints on either side of the crack, marching along its full length. Housekeeping was not amused, and Warren Ashby received a stern written reprimand. In reply, he wrote one of the most subversively funny letters, in which he managed to both apologize and point out that the place was coming apart at the seams. The crack was finally repaired.
                                           --Jean Shaw (1973)

It was the week of final exams, fall 1990. I was not as prepared for my voice jury as I felt I needed to be, plus there were a lot of other things happening to cause stress in my life, and I pretty much had a mental breakdown. I had been trying to get to sleep that night (rest is very important when you have to sing) but couldn't because of a noisy bunch of RCers in the courtyard (imagine that). After yelling at the gang below to keep quiet (not good for the voice), I went down the hall to the third floor men's room, where someone was showering and a freshman was at the sink brushing his teeth.

This bathroom happened to be the temporary residence of a porcelain toilet that Calvin Brown had found on the side of the road. He said he was going to clean it up and make it into a lamp for Rob Holton for a Christmas gift (don't ask me, I'm just stating the facts).

I somehow had the forethought to (1) tell the freshman to turn away from the window and (2) look out to make sure no one was down below. Then 1 just hurled Calvin's porcelain toilet into the loading zone. I was so out of it that it somehow surprised me to see it shatter into pieces. I said to the freshman, "You didn't see anything" (and he didn't, he only heard).

Later I learned there was a girl in the women's restroom below on the second floor brushing her teeth and looking out the window when suddenly a toilet came flying by.

I ended up staying with the 3^rd floor RA that night, who called my professor the next day and got my voice jury postponed. I was supposed to have gotten in trouble for the infamous toilet incident --the freshman ratted on me, of course--but somehow never did.
                                            --David Arnold (1988)