Having been a Case Hall resident my freshman year and a night receptionist for three years, I have had ample time to watch the degradation of "the midnight scream" ("Harassment stems from finals-week screaming" SN 12/05/03). I say degradation because, when I was a freshman, there was no violent pounding on windows, just stressed-out people riding bikes through the courtyard naked and frustrated people screaming out their anxieties.

However, as time progressed, the scream digressed. People stopped screaming and started chanting things rather unpublishable, and instead of being a chance to laugh during quite a bleak week, it became a chance to see breasts.

I wonder if maybe it has to do with the influx of post-riot students who feel the need to tell friends at home a wild story about how crazy it is to be a Spartan.

Nicole Winton
2003 MSU graduate