Anonymous email sent in last night which recounts a critical moment in the Columbian life-cycle:

At approximately 5pm EST, a shot was fired.

“Housing?!” posted one eager student in the Columbia – Class of 2016 Facebook grouper, sending over 1,000 students into a rush to get to LionMail first. No doubt, this would create traffic; a traffic that caused the servers to crash. Those who made it through the cracks of the virtual wreck posted statuses in the good – giving rise to jealousy from other students.

Overenthusiastic freshmen began chanting the legendary “Carman Forever” song.

Others, confused and clearly oblivious to the power of synced Lionmail, posted statuses wondering how they, too, check their housing assignment.

For a moment or few, it was quiet. Peaceful, almost. First-years were delightful exchanging building names and room numbers in one (long) polite post. Surely, friend requests were being sent and approved. For seven minutes, all was quiet on the home front. It was cute.

Until the Housing Portal magically opened up. Then, it was a bloody clusterfuck.

Students pledged their pride to certain buildings – posting room assignments not once, not twice, but up to three times up and down the Facebook page in different posts.

If that wasn’t enough, they started forming groups within the Facebook school group.

At least 13 were made in allegiance to a particular floor or suite, including one designed for potential freshpeople who are already dissatisfied and want their housing payments refunded.

And, in some quintessential-Columbian way, documents were being posted for better organization. Five listings popped up within the last hour of the Housing Craze of Freshpeople 2012, each one dedicated to a respective building and every one classifying the names of residents by floor and room.

About four hours after the initial shock, the flames died down and students crawled to the listings and groups for comfort. Others who missed everything excitedly posted statuses, obviously overlooking the damage before them.

In all, does it really matter where you end up? Don’t you learn to love all of your floor/suite/room-mates anyway?

Haha, yeah right.

Don't be hatin'!

Growing up too fast via TwinPossible