suprising.

when you storm up the stairs to tell the freshmen on the second floor that their music is so loud that across the building on the first floor it sounds like john lennon himself is screaming in your ear, you expect snot-nosed little twits to be rude and snide and eventually turn it down after you give them that death stare of yours.

it's rather nice when instead, they apologize, introduce themselves, and proceed to ask you how you are and offer you a drink.

hmm.

perhaps the freshmen have almost mutated into sophomores?
i guess there is always a fresh batch on the way.