Dear Editor:
I regret having to remind
you that a long-time member of the faculty has been taken from us. Well, let's
say "temporarily (I hope) misplaced."
"Who?"
Instead, I ask
"What?"
What's missing? Take a stroll
around the café during Mr. Sporcic's lunch duty, shirt out and skirt
falling down (scandalous, I know.) Hear for yourself. You'll naturally hear
various high pitched squeals, people gently assaulting the stuck vending machines
for that precious bag of chips and of course, "Play that Funky Music
Boy"
One sound has been silenced
- the whistle. Mr. Sporcic is still as observant as ever, but he's minus one
infamous whistle, and the rest of us are left without that key warning that has
us scurrying to tuck, zip and button in record time.
Why? Where did the whistle
go? Did it seek better working conditions, a longer lunch break or a 401K?
Bring back the whistle, and
let's negotiate.