EMMA PATTERSON
Assistant Scallion Editor
The Fredonia campus was thoroughly shaken this past Tuesday when a bomb threat resulted in class cancellations in Thompson Hall.
The Scallion met up with Pete Yew, a junior, for more details about the harrowing situation.
“Well, this is an interesting turn of events,” Yew told The Scallion as he shuffled out of Thompson Hall. Waving at the police officers, he said solemnly, “Now I have to find something to do for the next hour.” He dramatically propped his chin in his hand and sighed. “What ever shall I do?”
Despite the terrifying implications of a bomb threat, Yew seemed to take the news in stride.
“To be honest, I’m not sure how I’m expected to feel right now,” he said, shrugging. “Like, a bomb threat is scary and all, but . . . ” he looked longingly over his shoulder towards his dorm, apparently in reference to his cozy bed. “I think you know what I’m getting at,” he said, failing to conceal a grin behind his notebook.
Yew’s cool countenance couldn’t hide the fear he felt when the bomb threat was first announced.
“This is a predicament unlike any other I’ve come across,” he said as he jigged joyfully back to his dorm. “I was so scared.” He did three cartwheels in a row, landing perfectly on his toes, like a gymnast. “I just kept thinking about how precious life truly is.” He spent the next 20 minutes of the interview going on about his renewed dedication to “being a baller.”
When asked about how the potentially life-threatening situation made him feel, Yew closed his eyes and looked up, presumably at the heavens.
“It really puts everything into perspective,” he giggled, joining in with a group of freshmen doing the macarena. “It makes you stop and think about your own priorities.” He pulled out his phone and texted his friend, “Class cancelled! We still on for Taco Tuesday tonight?”
“Do I think threats like this are getting out of control? Of course,” he said, humming the song “Happy” and enjoying the sun on his face. “This is becoming an epidemic in our country. It’s really — oh look, a squirrel with an acorn!” He stared at the squirrel, doing the sign of the cross and weeping silently.
“I don’t know man, I guess animals just make me emotional,” he said. Yew whispered a soft “thank you” to the gods. “I never expected my day to end up like this,” he said, sighing contentedly as he stepped over the police tape blocking off Thompson Hall and headed towards his dorm. “What a great day this turned out to be!”
