1985 Miracle Yearbook

Dorm Open House Homework in the room undone, Nine o'clock approaches, Goodbyes for another year, Franric introductions, "Oh yeah, I had rhor class then." "You were in there? I never knew that, too bad." "You dare him? Wow. Does he have o brother?" "Is she short?" "The one with the blond hair, yeah I know her." "No kidding?" Unit two. Leaves on the floor, Branches on the walls. Nine O'clock — no change. R.A.'s appear, Frowns everywhere. H.R. enters parking lot, Hands on hips, looking up and around. Whispers. H.R. turns. Slow movements to the exits, Hands on handrail of balcony looking down and around, Frantic flipping through phone book, "Do we know anyone in this unit?" Opening the door, a rush of heat. "It's hot in here." In the parking lot, Snowballs, A flurry of white, On the balcony ducking, White snow on brick wall, H.R. returns, More frowns, Slow movement out of parking lot, Last shouted goodbyes, Another ritucalompleted, 9:11 pm 9:37 pm Silence. Doors closed, "What a mess." "We'll dean it up tomorrow." Test tomorrow, "I'll die." Silent pecking of a typewriter Down the hall. Openhouse over, Snow falls lightly, On silent parking lot. "I can't wait ... Til next year." by Dwight Myfelt Open House 31