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Thursday, October 18, 2007

Locks

I'm pretty sure that the locks to Alumnae Hall were changed overnight. I could get in there one or two days ago, but when I went today - at first I was talking on the phone to Dad about my bike - I could NOT get the keys to go in. I figured it was just because I had low dexterity with my one hand, and maybe I was actually just trying the same key over and over again... but even when I hung up I couldn't get it to work. It would NOT go in.

So I tried the other side door, then the other side door, and I heard someone talking and thought it might be a security officer who might know about lock changes. It turned out it was a caterer on the phone with her son, but she actually hung up on him to call security and ask. They weren't really a help - I'll have to talk to the music department at some point. I suppose I could just ask at orchestra tonight...? In either case, I would be pretty upset if I couldn't practice in Alumnae Hall anymore.

Also, my bike was stolen. I headed out to class today around 10:20AM or so, walked to Smitty B where I keep my bike, and didn't see it there. I thought I might be crazy, and that it wasn't actually stolen, so I probably just left it somewhere else. The most likely locations were Faunce House [mail room] and The Ratty, so I walked to those places on my way to my 10:30AM class [Applied Math 33]. It wasn't in any of the bike racks that I saw. For some reason I was still convinced that it wasn't stolen, though.

So after my class, I went back to Smitty B to check if my bike was still there, or for one other thing... to see if my lock was still there. When I got there, I started to make out what I thought... yes. I saw my lock laying on the ground, sawed essentially in half. My bike was definitely stolen. I called campus security and filed a report with a police officer. Later, Bekah told me she had an article about bike theft in the Brown Daily Herald [campus paper] today that I should read. My dad told me it was just one of those things that happens and I'll just have to get a new one.

Is it weird that I was like completely apathetic about both of these things when they happened...?

Peace out.

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