After 14 weeks of chaos, the dorms settle into 23 hour quiet hours.

This treasured time of cramming is noted by closed doors, deserted hallways and hushed conversations.

As residents of Oak-Elm, there is one perk every girl looks forward to during this dead week – rowdy hour from 9 p.m. to 10 p.m.

During this hour, sexually frustrated women flood the halls of Oak-Elm, anxiously awaiting the sound of bare feet trotting above and below them.

Much like childhood traditions of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy, the women of Oak-Elm look forward to the naked scramblings of the streaking men of Birch-Welch-Roberts.

However, this tradition was tragically broken Monday night. Though we waited with giddy anticipation, no men had graced our floors.

Now we ask the question, “Men where were you?”

If you were cruelly detained by some freak act of nature, we understand.

But as the rapid flooding of eastern Iowa has not yet stretched into Ames, this scenario is doubtful.

This is our desperate plea: PLEASE! PLEASE! Take off your clothes and run through our halls!

The women of Oak-Elm depend on your streaking abilities.

Without your presence, our finals shall suffer. We will fail.

Please help us with our academic endeavors. Streak!

Kristy Coleman

Freshman

Child and family services

Danelle Wessels

Freshman

Psychology