A Southeastern Horror Story

Deep into the bowels of Pottle I went. Deep into the bowels of Pottle I searched. And deep in the bowels of Pottle I found the famed Ophelia. But we weren’t sipping mint chamomile tea and discussing the pros and cons of the movie adaptation of Les Miserables, for it was deep in the bowels of Pottle that Ophelia died. Perhaps there was a mishap, and a piano fell that left her to the same fate as a bug under a shoe. Or maybe it was the stress of having 13 classes and no breaks that ended Ophelia’s life. Whatever the cause, no living person knows the true reason and all that is voiced is the speculations. Ophelia is dead…but is she really gone? 

Shrouded in mystery, Ophelia is in pristine condition to leave any passersby wondering and slightly on edge when they walk through the halls of Pottle alone.

But if you’re looking for a fright, don’t fret. Our lovely campus offers many more scary places to be explained. Take for instance our library’s elevator.  It’s a lovely day outside, and when you’re passing by you remember you need a book. The stairs, as usual, are not an appealing option, so you turn to the elevator instead, because let’s face it; you’re also tired of all the walking. You hop in and prepare for a smooth ride when suddenly it sounds like the Kraken is being leashed in the space surrounding you. The elevator comes to a shuttering stop.

We go to the third largest school in the state. This should not be happening. Students should not have to be subjected to faulty utilities and appliances inside school buildings. There are steps and procedures to be taken so that things like that may be avoided such as annual checks to see if everything is working properly. Also, if you notice something is wrong, you can report it. Most of us spend thousands of dollars to attend this university. The least we can do is use that money to make sure things run as smoothly as possible for us.

Speaking of running, the vile stink that assaulted my nose for weeks on end due to the carcasses of birds left on the steps of D Vickers, Fayard and the library was something I would love to have wiped from my memory. I’m not squeamish by any means, but when I’m walking out of class ready to feel the kiss of sunlight on my face and suddenly have to jump to the side, avoid a skateboarder and try not to flatten a little old man all to avoid a rotting bird corpse, the bright sunlight isn’t enjoyable anymore.

We have custodians for a reason; they are paid to keep our campus clean and lovely for all who visit. They are also issued gloves, so it’s not as though they had to worry about contracting rabies or mad cow disease from contact with the birds either.

Southeastern has so many beautiful places: the rolling hills and trees by the student union, the Katrina/Rita Memorial Fountain, the big spaces that allow the wind to blow through and caress your face. It’s a shame when your eyes are then assaulted with spooky places like Tinsley or that tiny red house across from Fayard that has vines and who knows what else crawling up it.

We study here. A fair amount of us will graduate here. Why not work to make our campus more presentable so it’s something we can also be proud of? We have the Student Government Association for a reason. To voice our opinion. Make a point to stop by and raise awareness on these eyesores. Even though it is cool to have a few ghost stories here and there, we do not want our school to become a ghost town.