Ms Leonard’s office after a disastrous event.
Every day, a group of heroes wakes up and suffers for the good of our community. What job do you think I’m describing? If you guessed the school maintenance guys, you would be right. These men should be named heroes for their brave job putting their lives on the line daily.
What is so wrong with the disjointed, tattered, dilapidated school? For starters, a pipe erupted, overflowing Laura Leonard’s office. Many of Leonard’s advisees complain that having no advisory room takes away from a communal environment. According to collateral damage expert/sophomore Abbot (A-money) Hoffman-Suter, “The explosion destroyed the very fabric of our communities, leaving behind not only rubble but a profound ache in the hearts of those who once called it home. In the wake of the storm, the scars of destruction were not merely seen in the broken streets, but in the displaced advisors.”
Within the school’s crumbling, the resplendent institution hath been shriveled into a mere wind of our collegium. Speaking of resplendent institutions, ours has been damaged by the inconsistent temperature of our school. When discussing the school’s hot temperatures during summer months, junior Lemuel Zyonn enamored, “We, the people of the sun, stand in awe of your mighty power, for it is you who gave birth to the Earth and all its creatures. Your fiery rays warm our bodies, ripen our maize, and bless our hearts with courage and hope. But your power is not without danger. Your fire can scorch the unworthy, and your heat can burn the land if we do not honor you properly.” In addition, Librarian Megan Whitt said, “The school is a bit hot.” To fully address this, philosophy/biomedical engineering/ the Cleveland Cavs/HVAC pipes expert Tom DeBlasio elucidated, “Certainly, my dear, let us consider the elegance and sophistication with which HVAC systems perform their duties within the domestic sphere, ensuring that our abode is always at a most agreeable temperature.”
The Senior Lounge has also been a location of disarray as tile and pipe problems closed it for weeks. Young scholar senior Nikhil Reddy threw a shrimp cracker into the ceiling, which caused a ceiling tile to fall. Philosophy/ biomedical engineering/ the Cleveland Cavs/ HVAC pipes expert and innocent bystander Tom DeBlasio avowed, “My Dear, the sheer audacity of Nikhil Reddy—an individual whose actions have consistently shown a penchant for frivolity—did, on that fateful occasion, hurl a humble shrimp cracker with such reckless abandon that it collided with the ceiling, causing a ceiling tile to break. One might argue that such a display of irreverence in the Senior Lounge—a space otherwise reserved for intellectual discourse—verged on the tragicomic. In any case, the event served as a reminder of the delicate balance between decorum and the inevitable chaos of youthful exuberance, even in the hallowed halls of academia.”
Lastly, the bathrooms of Seven Hills have been broken and torn asunder like the threads of a frayed tapestry because there is usually pee on the floor. These former homes for the bodies to replenish have become dirty huts of chaos, clamor, and filth. The bathrooms have been covered in all sorts of human filths, an unpleasing sight for many students. Aaron Howard stated, “Bathrooms, those ubiquitous yet often neglected spaces, can be a veritable breeding ground for discomfort and frustration. The flickering lights, the stale, musty air that refuses to dissipate, and the ever-present grime that clings to every surface evoke a sense of resignation, as though these spaces are designed solely to elicit a deep sense of disdain.”
Overall, the maintenance guys have cleaned up the schools nicely, but they continue to be met with the unrewarding task of cleaning the San Francisco streets like a palace of fracture. For an institution of such high price and academic quality, the school’s physical quality has fallen behind. Hopefully, the school can obtain enough funds to fix a broken arch in our school’s frivolous community.