Loose Puck

One time during junior year we started one of our many impromptu mini-hockey games in the dorms, even though we were told on multiple occasions not to use hockey sticks in the building. During the course of our “in dorm” scrimmage, the street hockey puck slid across the dorm floor, out the door onto the stairwell landing, continuing on right underneath the door belonging to Fr. Krah’s room. Although we reasonably confident enough that he was not in his room that we could get away with playing a little hockey, we were of course distraught that evidence of our unauthorized game was now sitting behind the locked door of the “Dean of Men”. Our dismay quickly turned to horror, as the quietness of the moment was interrupted by the distinct sound of an unlocking mechanism coming from the door of Fr. Krah’s room. Instantly, we all scattered, hurriedly stowing sticks and other hockey paraphernalia and everyone trying to find a way to look natural and nonchalant in a dorm setting. But of course, Fr. Krah walked in to our junior dorm with the street hockey puck in his hand. He took it surprising well as did we in completing some “extra” chores around the school.