Dear Choir Door,
The memories of you slamming into me are far too many to count. As I walk peacefully to my class in the E-wing, I see my life flash before my eyes and feel my shoulder in pain. People tense as they walk by you, never sure when you will strike. Even with this being a normal occurrence, I can never predict when the handle will go down and the door will swing open. I love it when I walk by you and hear the beautiful harmonies, but I am bracing myself, infested with terror for your attack.
The passing periods are a war zone with you, everyone’s right side awaits your attack. A crowded hallway is a nightmare, turning left, barrelling through kids to open you and smacking someone as they trudge through the hall. Teachers and students alike have a story to tell about you, whether they were the victim or the culprit.
This is not your fault entirely—oh no, it is just how you open. If you swung into the classroom, no one would get hurt. If you were not so close to the unnecessary doors before the ramp, maybe people could dodge you. If the architecture took inspiration from the band door indent, perhaps we could love you, but all we hear are groans of pain and complaining about you, choir door.
Most people walking out of the choir room go slowly, poking their heads out like cartoon characters to see if the traffic is clear. They slide out of the room, barely opening the door, and going on their merry way. But some monsters open it fully with little to no remorse, not even blinking when they cause a domino effect in the halls. These horrid people never get caught or held accountable for everyone’s bruised shoulders. If they are ever asked, they blame you, poor Choir Door. They blame you, the shield of the monsters.
Hopefully one day LHS students and teachers will see you as more than the cause of a shoulder replacement, and see you as the holder of magical music that would otherwise fill the hallways. Hopefully one day you will not be in the middle of a horrible, traffic-jammed hallway. Hopefully one day people will love and appreciate you the way they do others.
From, the injured students of LHS
