Dear Esteemed Educators,
As we embark on the journey of educational enlightenment, there exists a conspicuous void in the sacred realm of academia - the absence of a clock in our illustrious gymnasium. The gym, a glorious place where sweat mingles with ambition, where basketballs soar, and where cardiovascular prowess is mastered, has one major malfunction - the lack of a clock. It's like a black hole, devouring minutes and hours without a trace. Picture this: a room full of energetic students, enthusiastically engaging in physical activity, completely oblivious to one of the fundamental laws of the universe. These once promising students are now troubled and distressed wondering how much time has passed. The gym has evolved into not only a workout for the body, but a confusing maze of the mind. It’s mental gymnastics trying to decipher whether you've been jogging for five minutes or five days.
The gymnasium is so close to perfection, everything down to the minutest details such as the painted bulldog’s bursting eye, a grand symbol of how BBA students burst with school spirit, or the sheet-like curtains covering the windows, adding decadence while protecting us from the sun. The gym is a masterful mausoleum with great care taken to its every aspect. Yet, it knows no time. BBA is not complete until a clock is perched atop the cavernous gym walls. One clock is all it takes to fix this temporal mess and bring glory to our beloved gym. Let’s bring order to this chaotic circus. I beg of you, o’ great administrators, one clock, please! Bulldogs make it better, so let’s make it better.
Sincerely,
A Concerned Admirer