It was a wet day, today. I spent a fairly large portion of it sleeping, as I am apt to do on the weekend, but a larger portion of it running all around the residence hall due to a busted sprinkler head just around the corner from my room. Two of my residents were fooling around in the hallway early this evening (around quarter after 6:00) and somehow managed to break one of the ceiling sprinkler heads in the hallway.
This caused lots of water to pour out onto the ground... lots of it.
After it all, seven bedrooms were flooded, a few more had leaks and other various damage, and our community lounge was underneath about three inches of disgusting, nasty water. Residents had to stay in the Ray A lounge for nearly five hours while police investigators scoured the area and cleanup crews worked feverishly to clean up what they could. Us RAs had to escort residents to their rooms to retrieve belongings they might need.
I helped my two residents out by going with them to the police station and being there for them when they gave their statement. It's a real shame. These are two very good people that would
never try to do anything like this, yet here it is -- an assload of damage and they're responsible. They were afraid all of their friends would hate them and it's been nice to see that's far from the truth. People are just very worried about them and their belongings, wondering why they're at a friend's house tonight and not back in the dorms.
Hell, I'd be lying low, too, just to get away from everything and everyone.
But it's cleaned up, a little damp, and not really that bad. My hall director, Sarah "Mildred" Bogusko, did an awesome job making sure everyone knew what to do, how to help, and where to be. My complex coordinator Mike Diesner was spot-on, as usual, and the rest of my colleagues on staff made it real easy work for the night.
And luckily my room was all clear.