Sure we have a dead week. Its basically the time where the marginally productive potheads try and study, and feel the pain of their sober and more studious peers who've had to put up with all the noise and rif-raff the whole year.
For instance I can clearly hear outside my off-campus apartment right now some girl yelling at her boyfriend in the middle of the courtyard, expressing her displeasure at the fact that he won't perform a certain sexual act on her. He is barely standing up and drunken-slurring back something inaudible.
Earlier I went to take out my trash, you know to do end of the semester cleaning since my exams are pretty much over, and lo and behold at the bottom of my steps was some girl laying in the gutter with her skirt over head while her friend was yelling at her in between puking all over herself.
The couple that lives up above me came down and knocked on my door, asking if they should call the cops and report all the noise. I said to them, "Well only if you hide your weed and spray a bunch of lysol so the cops don't smell anything if they come over here." Then the stupid girl just does an about face, making sure to stick her butt out in defiance at my obviously off-putting retort. The idiot got the string of her Juicy pants stuck and almost fell flat on her face as she stumbled back up the stairs.
The putzs that live above me smoke that garbage non-stop and it pours through the vents. I'm pretty sure my dog has even gotten high just receiving some of it through the ventilation system.
Man this campus drives me absolutely insane.