I've Been Monk-ed!

So the other night in Oklahoma I broke into a monestary. No kidding. How many people in the world can say that?

By the time we got back from the International Student dinner, the gate was locked. But the monks told me it would be and gave me a code to open the gate. Problem was, the lock wasn't a code lock. It was a key lock. So at 11pm at night, we're all in the van, about half a mile from our cabins.

Option 1: Call a monk at 11pm. I don't know if monks are allowed to get cranky, but since they rise at 4:50am, I'm thinking that an 11pm phone call might be enough for a monk to lose his salvation.

So we chose Option 2. We jumped the gate and walked down the gravel road in the pitch black for half a mile or more. Literally, we broke into a monestary. The next morning I hiked back to the van, after the brothers had opened the gate, and drove it down to our cabins.

The monks never said anything. Maybe it was a mistake. But, just maybe, it was a monk idea of a practical joke. Maybe I was monked.