As I was headed on up the stairs to my room, I noticed this over the door to the Second Floor:

I opted to accept this opinion for the time being, and headed on up to my home, the Third Floor, where I noticed the following:

Now this was confusing. Which is it supposed to be? After several seconds of thought, I decided that the printed sign - although it may have been posted by some mischievious hood (that happens sometimes on our floor) - had more credulity than the hand scrawled message. In order to help other freshmen who might be traversing the same stairwell and becoming equally confused, I cruised (not surfed mind you, but cruised) on over to my school's website, and found an online service center's work request forms. I filled one out, and lucky me, it was accepted:

The next morning, my request was carried out:

I also cruised around the site a little bit more, and here's something else that I found interesting:

I imagine that the person who wrote the message on the Second Floor door is just the same kind of person who eats only the most expensive food at the all-you-can-eat buffet, even if they're allergic to that particular kind of shellfish. In any case, it made Sam Plourde a decent bit of bank, and made some kid downstairs feel pretty good about himself. It helped me to kill an hour, and you all got some new 'content,' so I think everybody wins. And thank you, Sam Plourde, I salute you! (well, not really, but in a figurative sense)