Medium Harris

Short Introduction: Yesterday, I realized that I have six finals to take and only three days in which to take them. That means two-a-day finals until the end of the semester. In the spirit of laziness which I have tried to uphold all year, I have decided to study later and write a new blog entry now.


Our story begins late on a Sunday afternoon in the partially-lit hallway of Stover 1100. A few scheming hall members decided they needed a hall piano so they could play and sing without walking all the way to the lobby or basement pianos (living on campus and right next to a cafeteria is quite lazifying). After many seconds of deliberation, they decided the only feasible way to accomplish this task was to commandeer the lobby piano. They would have to suffer the long walk to the lobby and back pushing the great weight of the piano, but the thought of increasing the quality of life for posterity made the task bearable. They would have to wait for just the right time and just the right place to carry out the deed (the right place turned out to be where the piano was sitting since it would be hard to steal it from anywhere else).


Alas, the third-person narrative style grew wearisome and our troubled author began to write in first-person as in the rest of his noble blog entries. We had ward devotional at 9:00 that night, after which we concluded that our posterity could not wait another minute for their quality of life to be improved. Luckily, there were old newspapers and church magazines sitting on a nearby table, and we managed to sidle over to the piano undetected using them as disguises. The only problem was that there were other people using the piano at that very moment. After eying the piano suspiciously for a few minutes from behind our reading materials and seeing that they weren't getting the hint, we kindly asked their permission to take a turn on the instrument. They consented (the fact that root beer was being served across the room may have helped).


Right after ward devotional may not have been the most opportune time to steal the piano, but we managed to get the piano from the lobby to our hall without too many strange looks from passersby. It fit perfectly next to the drinking fountain, almost as if someone had planned it this way.

The only remaining obstacle was our Resident Assistant, who was sure to hear something out of place in his hall. After assurances that we moved the piano not for our own selfish desires, but for the greater good of hall unity, he relented. We went on to sing many a religious and patriotic song, firm in our belief and secure in our continuing peace and prosperity in the land of Helaman Halls. Note: only a small portion of the actual singers were present for this photo.