Things Didn’t Go as Planned Zoe Stanton-Savitz
Monday morning, eight AM, a sinkhole opened up on the South Lawn of the Sarah Lawrence campus. After four months of negligence from admin, it was Sasha’s goal to repair it herself. Without any disaster protocol for an event this monumental, Sasha had watched as admin tried a variety of creative tactics — placing a giant fishing net over the surface, covering the top with saran wrap, building a set of stairs with rungs of metal pipes ripped out from dorm housing by campus safety, and filling the hole with wet clay stolen from the visual arts department. Things didn’t go as planned. The hole grew. It grew and grew into a monstrous pile of mud, lawn chairs, discarded metal scraps, sparsely scattered litter, and a collection of random objects that had fallen in with its expanding presence. With dismay and conceit, admin settled on placing four orange cones around the perimeter and a lawn sign warning students to avoid falling as the permanent solution to a rapidly widening issue. Frustrated with the administration’s neglect for the dangerous sinkhole, Sasha sought out her own solution. She was only a freshman and was still learning to navigate the campus, 27
