From the Archives: Texas A.M.C. to Give Free S’mores to Students Still Living in Tents
As Texas A.M.C. approaches the 1920 school year, the college announced that a few hundred students will once again be spending their nights huddled in tents. In an attempt to smooth over this unfortunate news with the student body, the administration has planned a “Free S’mores Night” during the first week of classes.
For the past decade, hundreds of students have been forced to live in tents due to the administration’s inability to accommodate the increasing student population. In past semesters, this division in housing has created division and inequality among students. Sources believe this move seeks to prevent future uprisings like the Campers Riot of Spring 1918 from occurring again.
“I, f’r one, am thrill’d to heareth this news. I bethink this is truly going to holp boost m’rale in Tent Town,” Robert Johnson, a resident advisor of the Southside Tents, said.”Who is’t doest not loveth s’m’res?”
Despite some students’ optimism, many are frustrated with the current living situation on campus. Campers across the North and South side tents have banded together in a protest against the administration called “Dorms not Smores”. This movement is being spearheaded by the president of the Speakeasy Club, Jonathan Nichols.
“Tis unacceptable yond we art paying this college dozens of dollars ev’ry year, and the most those gents can provideth us in which to liveth is the hard did grind and a tarp o’er our headeth,” Nichols said.
Similar movements have spawned in previous years with no sign of improvement. Despite his predecessors’ failures, Nichols is confident that “Dorms not Smores” will succeed because the name “almost kinda rhymes.”
—BTHO Rabies
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