Not a reflection

Ever since transferring to UNH, I've been somewhat fascinated with the placement of the engineering building (Kingsbury) and the art building (PCAC). These two buildings are directly across from each other, yet hold two very different groups of students.
Engineering students take art classes to get As and to satisfy annoying graduation requirements.
Art students use Kingsbury for the cafe inside.

My favorite feature of Kingsbury hall is that the doors seemingly do not contain locks. The building is simply always open. I assume that this is the carefully planned result of faculty and administration acknowledging the wonky schedules and workloads maintained by their students, and I for one would not be able to complete most of my school work without constant access to the building.

The art building is a different story. It locks every night at around 11pm, and is not guaranteed to be open on weekends.

My story from Hurricane Sandy is that, while the University was closed for two days, Kingsbury remained open throughout the storm. I was able to quietly do homework with the building mostly unoccupied. However, the PCAC stayed locked from Sunday night.
I currently have an instrument inside that building and try to practice it every night, so I tried the door every time I walked by.
Every time I tried, it was locked.

Tonight (Tuesday), the door is still locked. But while walking by, a student inside opened the door for me and then quickly propped the door open with a rock. Not a large rock, otherwise "they might notice". I asked how she got inside and the response included "breaking in through the theater".
I notice that, while the building had been officially locked for 2 days, the music wing was quite full of students who had been forcefully kept from their instruments for too long and were becoming desperate to play them. It was downright lively inside.

But Kingsbury remained open and silent.

Somehow, Engineering students have a forsaken gift: a facility that is always available, but not always used. Yet across the street, Art students are waving their arms trying to get someone inside to notice and hold the door open for them.

I don't know what this means. I just know that there is something funny going on, something strange about the crosswalk between these two buildings.