The Case Of The Mysterious Moaner

I was sitting in Production Planning & Inventory Control today, because I'm a good student and it's every Tuesday and Thursday at 2:00 PM in Robeson 210. 210 is a room with a great history, to be sure. Actually, it's just where I had both of my college-level Physics lectures. The desks are scratched up and marked with various Physics-related messages of varying vulgarity. My first semester of Physics was actually pretty pleasant compared to some of the other professors my friends had, because I had Amy.

In a curious twist of fate, I now have a class in 210 that's totally unrelated to Physics, the aforementioned PPIC. Today, right in the middle of class, some sort of moaning noise kept growing and growing. At first, I thought I might have been the only one to hear it, but more and more people began chuckling as it progressed. Just imagine a cross between a leaf blower and some sort of sick, twisted laugh lasting for four or five seconds at a time. Dr. Ellis tried her best to keep us focused and to keep talking through it, but it certainly became a distraction. And suddenly, just as it came into our lives, the moaning stopped.

This obviously begs the question of who or what was the source of the moaning. Some on one side of the classroom claimed that a few on the other side were just snoring really loud and obnoxiously. "That's a hell of a snore, though," I overheard one guy say. Could it have been a floor buffer? Possibly. Someone trapped in the supply closet nearby? Maybe. The haunted remnant of some poor physics student? Probably the most logical answer.