Maybe I'll just stop getting dressed altogether and wear a towel to class
I've only locked myself out twice this year. This first time was before I'd even picked up my key, so I just walked over the F&M and got it. The second time was today...while I was taking a shower. Right after I'd worked out. So the only clothes I had were a sweat-soaked pair of shorts and a T-shirt wadded up in ball on the bathroom floor. I'd rather wander the halls in a towel looking for the proctor than put those things back on. So that's what I did. Proctor Arran wasn't around, and Proctor Mac was, somewhat ironically, taking a shower, so I sat in a chair in the corner of the hall and watched some frosh play video games until he could let me in. At least it wasn't like last spring break when I had a plane to catch in an hour and half and wanted to take a shower before I left and I locked myself out. And there was no one around to let me in because they'd all left for spring break.