Q: What do you do about Tucker ghosts?
Anne! I may or may not have steered clear of practicing or doing homework at night especially in Tucker because of the ghosties that are roaming around. Can you help me appease them?
-Shocked and Startled
Dear Shocked and Startled,
First of all, I must recognize that I myself am considered a ghost and might I add that I have been falsely accused of many manifestations and ‘hauntings’ around campus. Also I believe that I have your classmates to thank for continually representing me in some way or another in this thing called Pageant throughout the years. Oh, you thought I didn’t know about that, did you? And this year? I’ve never felt more related to.
Before we discuss this topic any further there is something that needs to be recognized. The Administration isn’t very fond and doesn’t tolerate much talk about ghosts. I mean let us get real—have you ever seen me on an admission brochure?
So, with that said—I won’t tell you about ghost stories but instead I will tell you a little bit about some friends of mine and how to properly greet us. That way I won’t technically be accused of talking about ghosts but if I were to I’d tell you this…
The majority of ghosts—er, uhm—my friends are connected with Tucker-and it isn’t just one specific area in Tucker-it is Tucker. The stories that are attached to the ghosts found in Tucker have often been recalled orally and have never written down. Occasionally, the roster of each ghost is added to by someone who had first-hand experience with one or several of my friends.
And thus, the ghostly legacy goes on. Now you have a little history—let’s get down to how to deal with them—er, us.
First off, this isn’t some Moaning Myrtle malarkey, okay? We aren’t here to talk your ear off about boys. More often than not we just enjoy the sweet melodies that are rampant in Tucker. In fact, on any night you may feel or even see three figures (Milo, Julia and myself) sitting in the auditorium.
Secondly, be polite. If you see us walking down the hall please don’t run and scream–I mean, how would you like to be treated that way? Personally, I spend my days between Kirtley (as it is my namesake) and Tucker and the W elevator. Contrary to popular belief there is not a ghost on the Barron elevator—it’s just old.
The end.
Last but not least, let me shed a little light on one myth regarding Tucker and its inhabitants—you might just be cold because Tucker is admittedly the embodiment of Antarctica on our campus, not because we walked right through you. How daft do you think we are?
I hope that helps, thanks for writing in.
Now, get back to work!
The one and only,
Anne Curt-ly