Maybe in your happy little world. But when it's me we're talking about, I can just dream on. I got to room 440 and the wall stopped. Just stoppped and cornered into a hallway. I went around the corner and found room 427. I wandered around on fourth floor, foolishly counting doors. I found room 450 and counted backwards.I passed rooms 450, 446, 444, and then the wall stopped. I felt the urge to curse the elevator that brought me up. Looking around at all the closed doors of my industrious professors, I suppressed that urge.
I contemplated simply sitting in the middle of the hall floor in protest. I saw two students and asked if they could direct me. Ha. Bad idea. They told me to go to the end of the hall and it would be on the right.I get to the end of the hall, turn to the right, and begin to walk through the door. I stop myself just before smacking into a poster for the music department. I learned my lesson. Never expect a fellow freshman to explain anything. They are usually just as lost as you are.
Knowing my sense of direction, I turned the opposite direction just to make sure that I hadn't checked the left by mistake. I didn't find room 442, but I did find an office with an open door. The lady inside asked if she could help me. I held back the urge to yell "Yea! Number the damn doors the right way," and simply asked for directions. She stood up and took me down the hall, not far from where I resisted the urge to protest. Next to room 450, around the corner is room 452.Across the hall from room 452 is room 453. Why did room 453 matter? What significance could room 453 hold in my search for room 442?
I'm sure you've guessed it. For it's really quite simple and certainly illogical. Room 453 is right next to room 442, and case you wondering after 442, the wall stops. There is a small island of wall containing only the rooms 442 and 453.
I'm rather proud of myself. I told her thank you, picked up my book, and left. No rant, no exasperated sigh, nothing. I just silently stepped into the elevator and began planning a ninja mission to reorder the door plates. Of course, I could always simply look on the brignt side. |
