The crowd outside of the doors is growing restless. Whatever architect designed the entrance to East Campus was a sadist. Who else would give hopeful visitors a clear view of paradise as they wait in the purgatory of the line?
"It's just a few feet away," the wretched souls think. "I'll stroll right in!" But the gates are barred. With a lot of people moving in and out, why give them a huge thoroughfare when you can pack them like sardines into a much smaller area? Welcome to the front desk.
