Dr. Kendall Crowns

It was incredibly frustrating because he was so noisy and loud and irritating, often at weird and bizarre times.

I just started avoiding my apartment.

I would try to study at school to just not listen to him, but that really wasn't working for me.

because I had a routine before he got there, and studying at school also had its problems as well.

It wasn't always convenient.

I didn't have food there, and napping in the study cubicles wasn't as comfortable.

I had to do something so I could get back to my routine.

I decided I would try talking to him about the noise.

I tried several times, and his response always was a pleasant, F off!

Ah yes, F off.

A truly educated response.

I complained to the apartment manager, Polly, but there was only so much she could do, and she wasn't always there.

Finally, I took matters into my own hands.

I know this is the point in a true crime story where someone ends up dead, dismembered, and disposed of in a refrigerator, but instead of that option, I went with option B.

And that was, I initially pounded on the ceiling with the handle of my broom.

This was ineffective because it was often actually not loud enough for him to notice.

And when he did, he would either turn up the noise or pound on his floor back.

I even put a couple of holes in my ceiling pounding so hard.

And when my dad came up to visit, he had to help me patch them up.

After the pounding was unsuccessful, I got creative.