This story reminded me of something that happened to me. This was in my first year in university, in early 2020, in the middle of winter, during a weekend where I stayed in my university’s dorm. It was freezing outside but cozy in my dorm. I was in my bed and unable to sleep because I needed to use the bathroom. I finally convinced myself that I needed to leave my cozy blanket and go to the shared washroom outside my dorm. I checked the time on my phone, and it was around 12:30 am.
I took my keycard and my glasses, and I didn’t bring my phone. After using the bathroom, I came back to my dorm to realize the keycard didn’t work. It was a long weekend, so my roommate had left to go back to her parents’ house.
I remembered that my roommate had experienced something similar to me. It was also during the weekends during the fall, but that time, I was with my parents. She woke up to find that she had started her period and panicked out the door. Due to her panic, she ran straight out, didn’t even wear her pants, and didn’t bring her keycard. She knew the floor deans had a master key because something similar had happened to her friend on a different floor (the first floor). So, she went to our floor dean, and the dean opened the door and said in a gentle voice that she wasn’t allowed to use the master key because she couldn’t tell if my roommate was an outsider. (Yep, an outsider with no pants and only a shirt and underwear.) Then, she closed the door on my roommate. Distressed, she went to the first floor and, luckily, the first-floor dean was there. After hearing the situation, the first-floor dean opened the door of our room for her.
It was shocking that our floor dean cared so little; during orientation, she gave us her phone number and said if there was an emergency we could call her. She seemed so caring and turned out to be so not caring. To be honest, I’m not sure what her actual responsibilities were, but she did say she was responsible for our floor and would do her best to help with any issues we faced in our residence and outside during orientation.
Still hopeful, I decided to ask her anyway. I knocked, and she opened the door. I told her of my situation, holding out my keycard so she could see it. Then, I asked if she could open my room for me.
Dean: “I can’t; I’m not allowed to because you might not actually live here.”
I looked at the thin pajamas and slippers I was wearing and the keycard I was holding.
Me: “It’s past midnight in the middle of winter, snowing and negative degrees outside, and I’m in pajamas and slippers. I also have a keycard in my hand. I can’t possibly be an outsider.”
She said in her gentle voice:
Dean: “If you have the keycard, you need to go to [Building] to get the keycard fixed.”
The thing is that [Building] was not attached to my residence, and sure, it was only a minute-long run, but it was winter and the snow was deep, so it would probably be longer, and once I went outside the residence, I couldn’t come back unless I had a working keycard, meaning I would be locked out. I also didn’t have my phone with me.
Me: “Can you just use the master key? I don’t feel comfortable going out in this weather at this time of the night. You can also see I have my keycard right here; it just suddenly doesn’t work anymore.”
Dean: “I can’t do anything. You have to go to [Building] for them to get your keycard fixed.”
Me: “Can you give me their phone number, then? I don’t have my phone, but I can call them using the resident phone.”
Dean: “I don’t know their number. You need to go to [Building] and let them fix your keycard.”
And then, she closed the door on me.
I am so thankful that, deep down, I still think locking myself outside after midnight in winter, where the snow was deep and the ground was covered in ice, with thin clothing and no phone, was a stupid idea. I’m so thankful I chose to listen to it. The reason will be more clear as the story goes on.
I decided to do what my roommate did and go to the first floor. But I’m not that lucky; the first-floor dean wasn’t there.
Because I was too shy and so upset by how the dean refused me, I didn’t want to go find her again. I was thinking about making a run for it, but when I opened the door, it was freezing cold. I had never been outside this late at night, and I was a young female who lacked self-defense training.
So, I went back to my floor (the second floor) and cried in the hallway. I tried asking random students in the kitchen area for help, but they both said they were unsure of what to do. The idea to just make a run for it was more and more tempting because it was only a one-minute run. But I was also scared.
After a long time, I remembered at the back of my head that during orientation, I read somewhere that I could press zero on any phone in my residence and someone from [Building] would help me. I tried it, and someone picked up. I cried as I told them what had happened. Someone did come with a master key and got me back into my room.
The next morning, I went to get my keycard fixed — in proper winter wear. It was freezing, and I was shivering. I always thought I needed to go past [Building #2] in order to reach [Building] and was shocked to find [Building #2] locked. It took me thirty minutes to find [Building]’s phone number, and the receptionist told me I could walk around [Building #2] to reach [Building]. It took that long because their website was confusing, and I didn’t bring gloves, so my hands froze after a while. The snow wasn’t that deep because someone seemed to have shoveled it, but it was very slippery. It scared me to think what would have happened if I had actually chosen to make a run for it during the night.
It bothered me so much that I actually went to the student center once it opened and asked for a manager. I told the manager my experience and my roommate’s. I could tell he didn’t really care. I was in tears, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it.
I retold him what happened, and during the process, he just had fake empathy. He kept saying he understood and trying to redirect the topic.
Me: “I was in pajamas and slippers and holding my keycard, and the dean still wouldn’t help me and said I might not live there.”
Manager: “Well, it might be that she couldn’t tell if you were actually living there.”
I just stared at him before raising my voice.
Me: “It’s the middle of winter, and I have my keycard with me! I couldn’t possibly be from outside the building!”
Manager: “Okay, I agree. Well, it already happened. What do you think we can do to avoid situations, so it doesn’t happen to other people in the future?”
This just kept happening. I told him that the dean should have cared more and not suggested that someone go outside in the middle of winter in unfit clothing. He just brushed it off and kept trying to get me to answer, “What should we do to avoid this from happening in the future?”
He was clearly on the side of the dean and kept finding excuses for her actions, even though he agreed that given what my roommate and I were wearing and holding when we were locked out, it was clear we lived there.
Then, I told him:
Me: “If I ran out that night and found the doors locked, my plan was to run to [Fast Food Place ten minutes away] and ask them to call 911.”
That was when he actually seemed to care, and he immediately jumped in:
Manager: “There is no need to involve the police.”
And then he asked the same question again about how to avoid this happening again. Finally, he asked whether I wanted an apology from the dean.
I thought about it.
Me: “I want her to apologize to me.”
He promised it would happen. It did not happen and will never happen.
Because he asked so many times, I did make several suggestions, including that floor deans should only be people who care and that my floor dean was unfit to be a floor dean. I pointed out that keycards shouldn’t have this issue, and the floor dean should know what to do in these situations besides just telling people to go outside the building in the middle of winter in unfit clothing. He just brushed off all of my ideas. I finally suggested:
Me: “You should probably put up signs reminding us that we can dial zero to reach [Building].”
Manager: “That would be okay.”
So, the only difference after my complaint is that there is a paper on the floor dean’s door with [Building]’s full phone number. The phone is on the other side of the hallway, so good luck memorizing that number.
I know much more now. There were so many things I could have done differently — including offering to tell the dean what was in my room and unlock my phone. I also could’ve made them appear in the news; they were a big and well-known university.
Anyway, please, if you ever get into a similar situation, don’t ever put yourself in danger. If someone tells you to lock yourself out in the freezing winter with only pajamas and slippers, don’t do it.
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