I'm a little shaken. Some shit happened tonight, and my comrade  converge knows about it already I noted this to him, but this happened in my dorm tonight (Spaulding = My dorm).

So there's a kid in our dorm named Barrett Kelly, he's one of the freshmen who lives down the hall from us. At about 10:30 PM, a friend of ours named Charlie decided to continue a little inside joke that's been in Spaulding all year. Barrett is has a Fesenden hat that he wears all day, every day when he's outsid eof class, and we always take it from him as a joke, and he started it himself. So tonight, Charlie grabbed his hat and gave it to someone else. He went upstairs to find Barrett sitting at his computer, not moving. Charlie tried unsuccessfully to get his attention by shutting his computer. Barrett just stared at the same spot where his laptop was. Charlie thought that maybe it was a bad time to be joking and went downstairs to grab Barrett's hat and found that the person he gave it to had left. What we didn't know was that the person he gave it to left it on the steps. So Charlie went back upstairs and told Barrett that the person he gave it to had left, and Barrett continued staring at his wall. At this point I had been with Charlie, because after we told Barrett, we were going to go look for it. So we tried to get his attention, and he smiled a bit, which I guess was a false smile, because then he got up and pinned Charlie to a bed next to his desk. At this point, I stepped in to stop him from hurting Charlie, because I was not about to let Charlie, who was not putting up a fight, get the bejesus beaten out of him. And so, by doing this, Barrett got up, eyes glaring at me, and started to swing back for a punch, which was restrained by Charlie and Barrett's room mate, Kyo Joon. I backed out of the room, and they let Barrett go, and he stormed down the hallway, and we went to go look for him. We checked all of Spaulding and couldn't find him, however we found his hat, which I referred to before, outside of Spaulding's steps. After searching for about 15 minutes, I noticed through a window that there was a slump sitting on the 40 yard line of the football field. I grabbed my flashlight and went outside with Charlie and a couple of other concerned kids. I shined the light on the slump and it got up and started running away. It was definitely Barrett. He ran off of the football field, out into the street where he almost got hit by a car, across Route 4, and out of sight, by this time, a student proctor had come outside, wanting to know what happened, and so we gave him this story, and he went inside to find Mr. Coard's wife, who was on duty for check in at 11:00 PM, so she came outside and took Charlie, a kid named Brady, and I, in her car, down to find Barrett. We had driven barely past the Gray Building (where the dining hall is located), where we found Barrett sobbing in the parking lot. So, Ms. Coard walked Barrett back and had me drive the car back to the dorm's parking lot, and then politely told us to go back to our rooms. So here I am writing this rather long email to you, using as much detail as I can fit into something that happened in a 45 minute period.

Holy fuck, I got to drive a car.

This was taken from the email I sent my parents at 11:50 at night. 'Cept that last bit, I didn't say holy fuck to my parents.