So what do you do for fun when you go to a small, dry college in the deep country of Allegheny County besides playing capture the flag, kidnapping garden gnomes, and
sledding down the ski hill on lunch trays? If you guessed evade security and have a slumber party in THE FACULTY LOUNGE after the buildings have been locked, then you are right!
This works best if you happen to work security a couple of days a week, and know the exact route that the night shift takes to lock up buildings, and the time that this will take place. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, this was my job. I spent 11pm-2am locking every door that needed to be locked on campus, and checking the buildings for any lingering students. I would occasionally shine my flashlight across the floors in the music building and spot two sets of feet under the desk in the corner, desperate lovers looking for some privacy after visiting hours in the dorms, now stuttering in the spotlight of my flashlight about needing to practice their instruments.
There were buildings I breezed through without a hitch, and buildings that terrified me. They creaked, they were stuffy, they were secluded, they had unexplained noises. There were some locks that required a sort of secret handshake to secure: jiggle the key to the left while raising the door slightly up and over and pull it towards yourself.
My favorite building to check was the art building. I loved getting to see the creations up there, vulnerable and alone without their artists to over-explain them or apologize for them, without professors to point out their inconsistencies or their brilliance, waiting to be finished, critiqued, or displayed. I would grin at the strange noises I heard, the creaking in the lofts, trying not to listen too hard, knowing that anyone staying the night here was doing so because there was literally no other place they could work on their projects.
Night shift security was a job I usually enjoyed, and sometimes dreaded. But it was also a job that proved to be very valuable to me on my days off. When you are trained in enforcing the rules, it makes it really easy to know how to break the rules and not get caught.
Two friends and I decided one Friday night that we wanted to have an adventure, Houghton-style, so we hid in the cupboards in the faculty lounge of the Academic Building while the security guard made her rounds, locking all of the doors. When she had left the building, we emerged from our hiding places and spent the night eating snacks and watching movies.
Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.