Tricks, Not Treats: The Pavilion on Halloween
Stan Birch ’22
Staff Editor
On October 30, a fire alarm went off in the middle of the night at the Pavilion apartments. Here is a heartfelt poem to document the events.
‘Twas the night before Spookmas and all through the Pav
All the Nats fans were stirring, a new title they have
Case books had been closed, the devoted’s just opened
What came next, a sound, to which I was awoken
The sound that emitted was of an angry disposition
If decibels were checked, they’d violate the Geneva Convention
We all stood around in our doorways bleary eyed
Looking at each other and not to going outside
After five minutes, no break, I donned my shoes and my cap
I had barely settled in, you couldn’t call it a nap
Twenty minutes went by with no break to the noise
We all looked around for those FireyBois™
When down on Arlington there arose such a clatter
Thirty minutes later, oh here comes a ladder
Marshaled back into rooms, beds or books were awaiting
The email the next day was anything but elating
They “strive to provide a safe and comfortable experience”
Then pleaded we take any fire drill serious
After taking so long they found the alarm was faulty
Every person in the building just got a little more salty
Now here come tornados to spoil a parade and the night
Merry Spookmas to all and to all a good fright
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