In 1999, I was living in graduate student housing with my roommate who was also the guitarist in my band (and one of my best friends). We were not, however, graduate students. We had been forcefully directed to live in the remote housing because of our behavior during our freshman year.
We weren’t exactly the best neighbors during our first year of college. We once duct-taped someone to a chair in the common room because he was talking too loud in the hallway. Our RA was eventually re-assigned and our shenanigans were no small part. The parties were one thing. But the Quad director had a special meeting with us for the noise: We had full band rehearsal in a second floor dorm room; we played songs together all hours of the day.