By Caden Dauray ’22
I looked around in disbelief, as I saw most of the new boys sprinting back to their dorms. A senior said “dismiss-”, and they ran like they had seen a ghost. I felt someone push past me, and the next thing I knew, a couple of old boys were chasing them down like dogs chasing after a bone. They laughed like hyenas encouraging their dinner to run faster. Some of the upperclassmen were walking around deciding about whether they should run or stay. Their eyes were wild, but Guldin’s stare kept them in place. In the end, they ended up being the lucky ones, because everyone else got clowned on.
Categories: Humor
The Woodberry Oracle 