The Door

Some time ago I walked out of the cafeteria to go to class in the Yeager center and was prevented from entering that building by what resembled a corpse. There in front of a perfectly serviceable door stood a body blank and dead.

"My, how can this be?" I asked myself when I came upon her, "There, a breath? Why she's alive!"

Thank God, now for the door.

"Fair maiden, I prithee ope the door to yonder Yeager."

Not a sound nor a move.

"What is this vexation that holds you so?" My query was left unabated. "Oh deary me! I must get to class, but trouble seems to have a firm grip on this one here."

"Shut up!" She hissed in a way that can only be described as air rushing through her teeth, but only after they have sufficiently vibrated her vocal chords in a very stupid, abject sort of way.

"Fie, the curds have turned!" I said aghast, "The perceived damsel has revealed herself to be a witch with a bee in her bonnet."

This object, this pillar has come to life to prove herself stronger than objection. The tenacity of those legs which held firm to pavement proved to be stronger than my mind. I was overcome by the bewitchment and stupor pressed upon me. With pupils dilated and teeth clenched I fought my grim fate, but fell and spewed forth profanity. Others, hearing the words of my mouth, came around and asked of God to give me the strength to put away such language for it is the worst of all sins. By their prayers I was blessed and given the whitest of smiles and straightest of teeth to stand against this woesome foe. I surged ahead, determined to open the door. I forged onward against the social awkwardness and derision caused by this situation and opened the other door that was blocked by the witch who's aim was to prevent this doubled doored entrance to be used to its full potential. Victory was gained and Yeager was thus made able to accept people making their way out and people entering in at the same time.

This happens all the time at CBU.