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I know this seems unrelated at first, but I'll give you a quick backstory - NYU has had many suicides in the past couple of years, and one of those was a kid who jumped from the top floor of the library down to the lobby floor while tripping off mushrooms (which I can understand since the library floor is like an MC Escher painting).
New York University is cutting off balcony access in two high-rise dorms in a bid to prevent student suicides, school officials said yesterday.
At least four NYU students have jumped to their deaths since 2003, though none from dorm balconies.
"You're looking at ways to prevent lethal suicide attempts," said Dr. Christopher Lucas, an NYU associate professor of psychiatry who backs the plan.
Entries to balconies at the Carlyle Court and Coral Towers dorms will be adjusted to open just 4 inches, allowing ventilation but no access.
"I don't know how much good that's going to do," said Patty Johnson, program director of the national suicide awareness group SAVE.
The university already has taken measures to prevent impulse and copycat jumps. After a student on hallucinogenic drugs jumped to his death inside the atrium of the Bobst Library just weeks after a suicide there, NYU blocked access to the library's high balconies with glass panels.
At Coral Towers on Third Ave., students had mixed feelings about the new restrictions. "I think it's okay as a short-term solution, but in the long term, you obviously have to address the root of suicide, which is depression," said April Gu, 20, an economics major.
-------------------- Acid doesn't give you truths; it builds machines that push the envelope of perception. Whatever revelations came to me then have dissolved like skywriting. All I really know is that those few years saddled me with a faith in the redemptive potential of the imagination which, however flat, stale and unprofitable the world seems to me now, I cannot for the life of me shake.