re: A farewell to Kirby Smith Hall

I was lucky enough to live on the 2nd floor, so I didn't have to deal with the shite/piss/puke filled elevator. My floor RA had an airbrushed tshirt that was a picture of the Kirby Smith building that said "Kicking it at the Kirb" He was dedicated.

I had friends on the 10th floor who made makeshift bunk beds using the dressers as support. One night, the guy on the top bunk was drunk, tried to climb up to his bed, and knocked it off the dressers. He almost killed the guy on the bottom bunk.

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"In my first semester, fall 1992, my friend Kip got kidnapped from that parking lot and killed. frick that place."

The ghetto bad lands were just north of the campus. In my 1st semester, fall '73, me and my dumbass roommates decided to walk to that mexican all you can eat restaurant. Afterwards, dumb asses that we were, we decided to take a short cut. We got chased out by a bunch of blacks. I probably ran my best 220 yard dash in my life!

Then there was He-Young Kim, who was making 6 figures teaching a bunch of asian-philes rich fraternity types. He got all martial arts classes banned from LSU. So guess what? Next year during spring break, a guy and gal were crossing the quadrangle got mugged. Just shows how out of touch the LSU administration was. Walking from the Pentagon past the open air Greek Theatre to McDonalds at night was an adventure. And then there was the invasion rape in the recently converted womens' dorm now called the Engineering Res College. And the campus car chase, shoot out in spring '78. The looked liked Bonnie and Clyde's after the shoot out.

But the campus police were great at issuing parking tickets.

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I remember during my two years there (96-97, 97-98), a sheep was kidnapped and rode in the elevator for an hour or so...

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By how many of y’all ?

Remember the stinging caterpillar invasion in the Spring of 75. And the pollen explosion of Spring of 78. Green pollen inches thick gathered in the corners. Thus began my romance with pseudoephedrine.

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My floor RA had an airbrushed tshirt that was a picture of the Kirby Smith building that said "Kicking it at the Kirb" He was dedicated.

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our RA used to shoot arrows all the way down the hall took what seemed like 10 second for it to hit the stairway door at the other end.

I kept expecting someone to walk out of their room and get impelled.

Some friends also had a horn off a tugboat and would fire that thing up in the middle of the night. loudest shite ever. They never figured out which room it was coming from even after searching.

Shampoo skiing was the best. We'd coat the floor, get a running start and you would fly all the way down the hall until you slammed full speed into the stairway door at the other end.

Penny locked a few rooms the night before finals. Hilarious. I think I still have a bounty on my head over that one.

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97 I had some douches at the lower end of the 600’s who would constantly and randomly throw blackcat fireworks in the stairwell then shut their door and hide like bitches

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well that's how it works. You get caught and you can't keep doing it!

Yep! used the ceiling method a few times to sneak into my suitemates room and wreak havoc.

Gotta be Mary the cleaning lady. She was cool as shite and hooked us up many times.

I lived in North Stadium fall of 1969 and watched the Beginning of the Assembly Center construction project. Though I could have lived elsewhere I did it to accomodate my best friend who couldn't afford a higher priced dorm.

In the spring he transferred to USL where his long time girlfriend attended.

I then went from the outhouse to the penthouse and moved into Kirby Smith. There was not full occupancy and I had no roommate that semester. Was not too crazy then and spent my spar time officiating intramural sports and shooting buckets in the Gym Armory.

The pentagon didn’t have window units until around 2000.