It was a late Saturday night. I had just finished my nighttime routine (washed the dishes, taken out my contacts, brushed my teeth, Skyped with my dog—which did not work out well, thanks LakerVapor, etc.) I had just started my first REM cycle when I was rudely awakened by the shaking of the floor and walls of my bedroom. And by awakened, I mean I fell out of bed, because I was so startled by the loud bass that was causing my room to shake.

I stood up and decided to evaluate the situation. I walked out to the front door of my apartment and opened the door.

Now this may sound like an exaggeration, but I am 90 percent sure one of my ear drums blew because of how loud the music was. Just as I was about to call Police and Safety, I heard a knocking sound coming from downstairs, followed by a man saying, “Reslife!” Reslife? More like my hero.

Now, normally when it comes to situations like this, I just brush it off and my roommate and I will say something along the lines of, “Stay classy, Mercyhurst.” However, considering that it was 1 a.m., my roommate was already asleep and I was extremely tired, this was not one of those situations.

It is starting to seem like many of the residents on this campus do not quite understand what the term “Quiet Hours” means. Just in case you are one of those people, let me explain it. On Sunday through Thursday, people need to stop making such a racket between the hours of 10 p.m. and 8 a.m. On Friday and Saturday, all you party people need to either quiet down or get out between the hours of midnight and 11 a.m.

I understand that we are all busy people on many different schedules, but I would like to believe that “Quiet Hours” were invented for a reason. I barely get any sleep during the week due to my busy schedule, so the weekend is when I actually get a chance to catch up on my Z’s. However, when there are people screaming outside and blasting music like there is no tomorrow, that makes it extremely difficult to fall asleep.

According to the Mercy Mission, “the university community is inspired by the image of students whose choices, in life and work, will enable them to realize the human and spiritual values embedded in everyday realities and to exercise leadership in service toward a just world.”

To be completely honest, partying, drinking and screaming at the top of your lungs in the middle of the night on the weekend is probably not going to enable anyone to realize any values within reality (unless they are like me and are realizing the values within the reality of a good night’s sleep), and you may be a leader, but not in the way the Sisters of Mercy intended.

One of the fears for the future of Mercyhurst is whether or not we will be able to carry on the Mercy Mission. If students keep continuing down the paths they are on, who knows? But my biggest concern at the moment is whether or not I am getting the proper amount of sleep to function.

Listen party people, you do not have to go home, but you cannot stay here. Unless of course you actually live in my building, then please just turn the dang music down, because the old folks are trying to sleep.