In my dorm, Scripture Hall (named after two individuals with that peculiar last name) . . .
There are several areas designated for study. These rooms have tables and chairs, and some of them even have plush armchairs. One of them on the third floor even has a big-screen television. The furniture in these rooms brings to my attention that STUDY LOUNGE is an oxymoron.
In the East Stairwell there lives a cricket. I know this because on occasion I hear it chirp. When I hear this fellow creature rub its fragile legs together, it brings delight to my heart, nearly as well as David's harp did for King Saul. I want all to know that I support the habitation of this cricket in our stair. It's not that I have any moral judgment - negative or positive - about zoos; nor that I wish this cricket would multiply and infest our building. I just enjoy to hear it 'sing' in my building. It's out of place, ironic, humorous and delightful to me. End of story.
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