Yeah for the Chipmunk!

Victory! I was unwilling to give up on Mr. Chipmunk...so I went back downstairs. first I vainly tried to hold the door open. I then went back to my room to get huge books to hold the door open. Both my French dictionary and thesaurus proved ineffective. If only my dictionary wasn't in Grand Rapids. Unwilling to ask a person for help, thereby cementing my craziness in the minds of others, I took a different approach to ensuring my crazy image and tried to stuff sticks into the doorjam so the door would stay open...only partially effective. Curse the lack of big sticks outside my dorm. Down with woodchips! Up with full sized branches!
At this point, one of the Mason employees came outside, having noticed Mr. Chipmunk, and my craziness he put 2 and 2 together. He went and got me a door jam from the Mason front desk (so that's where you get them!). After that, I only need to chase Mr. Munk one last time until he was as free as a bird. Yeah for success! Yeah for chipmunk freedom!