Back in the day, some fuckwads decided to light up a fair amount of flash powder in a rocket.  The building shook, the windows rattled, and BU called to see if we were OK.  FmyEClife.

Back in the day, we decided it might be a good idea to make a flaming tennis ball launcher.  After connecting several steel cans together, and filling it with lighter fluid, we ended up making a scorched slag mark on the tennis courts.  Then the old people made fun of us.  FmyEClife.

Back in the day, I tried to score a field goal with the ultrabuster.  I figure people should hear the truth so here it goes.  During hall rush I walked onto 5th East.  I was heading toward the lounge area which was at the end of the hallway.  The hallway was empty with the exception of this cylinder looking thing.  The room was dim but from afar it looked like a foam athletic roller I regularly see in the gym back home.  Siezed with I don’t know what, possibly stupidity, I decided to kick the ‘foam’ thing and send it flying to the other side of the hall.  So without much further thought I started running, aiming to put as much force behind the kick as I could.  My foot made contact with what should have been soft and light and I was thrown to the floor in what was probably a very graceful half summersault.  A little suprised and in some pain, I limped into the other room where the fine medlink patched up my foot which was bleeding from hitting the edge of the cylinder.  In short, I had to wear a cast and use crutches for a month.  Now I’m good, but I know now not to kick mysterious stuff, especially around east campus.  So for messing my foot up, fmyEClife.

back in the day I was returning to EC from a two week trip to Vietnam.  With weather delays and Logan sucking ass, I had spent nearly 40 hours traveling from Ho Chi Minh City to EC.  Having locked my key in my room, I solicited EC desk for the lockout key.  The key was not to be found, even though it was signed for by the deskworker on duty two weeks previously.  I had to wait over an hour for Fix-It.  fmyEClife.

Back in the day, I was applying for US citizenship. I went home for the summer and set up mail forwarding at EC Desk. The US Citizenship and Immigration Service sent me a notice for the final interview to EC Desk, which proceeded to put the notice in a mail bin and store it for over a month. The document was finally forwarded to my house and reached me the day after the interview was scheduled. Shortly thereafter, I received a notice that my $400 application for citizenship was “administratively closed.” The desk captain and I crafted an apology/explanation letter, printed it on embossed MIT letterhead, and mailed it to the USCIS. My interview was rescheduled to be right in the middle of my family vacation, costing my family over $700 in rescheduling fees and forcing me to miss most of Rush. So the story goes that EC Desk almost got me deported. F my EC life.

Back in the day, my friend’s laundry got locked inside a malfunctioning EC washer. I decided to help rescue the laundry with my trusty crowbar. I forgot that I had left a pot of rice cooking on the stove, and upon returning from the basement (after experiencing great success in liberating the laundry), I was greeted by the denizens of the East Parallel, all of whom had been evacuated because someone had turned their rice into a contained, smoking inferno. My first words upon leaving the basement were “Aw c’mon guys, what did you assholes do this time?” Irony is a bitch. Fmyeclife.

back in the day, when the laundry room was still gross and full of smelly puddles, I was transferring my clothes from washer to dryer. I needed to get back to studying so I was hurrying. I dropped all my freshly laundered clothes in the nasty fucking puddle and had to rewash all of them. fmyeclife.

one evening I was walking back to EC to see a large group of people standing between 66 and goodale. Just as I caught glimpse of the refrigerator in the fire escape, a CP car pulled up into the driveway and the entire crowd scattered, leaving me there. The CPs accused me of being in charge of a plot to blow up the building, detained me for an hour, didn’t give me a phone call, and finally filed a report in my name when I insisted that I had no idea what the fuck was going on. Not one of the people in EC did anything in the whole hour that I was detained, including the perpetrators who’s ass I was saving, and the houseteam. fmyeclife.

this one time, a guy took a shower in my favorite single-occupancy bathroom.  he was in there an hour.  with no soap.  fmyeclife.

Back in the day, this one time, I got hit by a dumb biker while crossing Mass Ave, while wearing just body paint and a speedo.  FmyEClife.