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As the bell rings, I rush to the front of the classroom — any lost seconds here can compound into an undesired tardy. My shoes squeak on the sterile ground as I escape this particularly well ventilated domain of learning. Though this is a route I love so dearly, this particular part I have grown sick of. I can hardly hear myself think with the massive fans echoing throughout the building, and the sharp odor of rubbing alcohol distracts me further still. If I drop focus for even a second, I know that I will get lost inside these winding metallic halls.
After I exit, I begin the slow tread towards the classrooms of yesteryear. I witness a gradual increase in grime as I leave the 4000 in the dust. I pass the 5000, and catch a glimpse of a pile of rusted pipes. Fate confronts me with a three way decision: Will I shelter myself from the elements by entering early through the 100? Will I take the standard set of stairs? Or dare I brave the sheer cliff face in between? I know that no matter the choice I make, I will beat the bell by mere seconds. I snap back to the present and make the split second decision to take the indoor route. I approach the deep blue doors, and out of the corner of my eye spot a discarded manhole cover.
As I pass through the 300, I am bombarded with unrecognizable faces and subject ambiguous classrooms. I glimpse into the front office and see two decrepit security scanners barely standing. I then pass by East Meck’s own Silver Auditorium, thankful for the array of doors holding back the pileup of sludge, though I still move swiftly in case they fold under the pressure. As I walk past the cafeteria exterior and catch a whiff of the food inside, I am reminded of my eternal gratitude towards the brave staff who can somehow transmutate amorphous piles of sludge into something not only edible, but delicious, in what could only be described as a feat of modern day alchemy.
I hear the distinct clammer of the minute bell right as I throw open the hinged mahogany with an amount of effort that launches them violently against the walls. I know I’m in the home stretch now, and I could count on my fingertips the number of steps that remain among these piles of sawdust.
— Hike Dave
Yesterday, an "Ask Me Anything" was held with the Man Who Lives in the 5000 Building. Respondents were additionally asked to draw their signature on an 8 by 31 pixel grid. Here is how the man replied to your Numerous Questions:
why is the 5000 building the best building on campus to live in? — 
I tend to imagine East Meck as a gradient: There's the old and dusty side — 100–800 — and the shiny, futuristic side — the 4000. Out of these options, the choice seems obvious. But the 4000 is not just futuristic, it is also sterile. The air itself feels dead and inhuman. Situated directly between these two extremes, however, there lurks a third option — the 5000. Now, the 5000 itself is a land of contrast. The rooftop pool is, as I have described earlier, the root of all evil at East. But the interior, especially the first two floors, is a wonderful place. The 5000 is at the center of all of East's opposing forces, making it into a counter-intuitively peaceful Eye of the Storm.
does click4transcript truly make us weaker? — 
No, using the seeing-eye absolutely does not make you weaker. This myth comes from deranged Zeagle fans who rant about pointless things like this to distract themselves from the real division — that between Beagle and Zeagle. People who complain about the seeing-eye view morality in a transactional way. They claim that you incur a small "moral debt" every time you use a transcript. This view of society is anti-human.
what would you do if when you okay so he said yes would go? — 
I don't know.
are you associated with the once-thriving school mascot, soar, even after his allegations? — 
No, and I never was. There were clear signs of his position long before the photo evidence you attached was released.
do you listen to jane remover? — 
"Frailty" and "Census Designated" are not really my kind of music. Something about the style of the vocal lines and overall production rubs me the wrong way. "♡" was much closer, and I have listened to it a few times while doing my daily running up and down the staircase. I predict that by 2030, Jane's music will be exactly to my taste.
which teacher in the 5000 is the friendliest to you? — 
I don't usually see teachers, since I only live in the building during weekends and while school is on break. However, one time, the Chinese teacher (I never learned her name) did see me while she was working overtime fixing a slideshow for her class that was vandalized by her students. She was very understanding of my situation, and was very nice in general.
how does it feel to be living in the same building where the most egregious teachers known to man reside? — 
Since I don't usually see teachers at all, I can only feel their traits indirectly through their effects on their environments. I can certainly feel these effects when I go up to the third floor, which feels almost as clinical and aseptic as the 4000. So living with these teachers does not feel good, because it restricts my enjoyable experience to the first two floors.
is epstein still alive? — 
I am an expert strictly in matters related to East Meck, and so it would be dishonest for me to comment on this issue. Also, the Zeagle has adopted the very smart policy that no articles should be published that are not East Meck related. This will allow the Zeagle to not fall into the trap that the Beagle did of publishing general satire that could be done by someone thousands of miles away, and likely done better.
any tips for somebody looking to follow in your footsteps? — 
First of all, you should not do what I do unless you have a very good reason to. Moving into and out of public property every week is a hectic lifestyle that I do not recommend to anyone with any reasonable alternatives available. But if you have absolutely no other choice, I do have a few words of advice. First, make sure to quickly secure renewable sources of food and water. The 5000 building is well-equipped for this due to the presence of the culinary classrooms. Try to find similar rooms wherever you end up. Second, feel out the spiritual dynamics between the different parts of your new residence. In my case, the interplay between the rooftop pool and the floors below has a huge effect on my daily life, and my understanding of these complex relationships is crucial to my happiness here.
When I die, the last thing I want is to be gutted, pumped full of formalin, stuffed into a tiny wooden box, and buried in a slightly larger concrete box, rendering the entire 3.5ft x 10ft plot of land unusable for the development of future real estate.
Similarly, I find that cremation is quite the opposite of a heavenly experience, not to mention its imprecision and inefficiency as a practice.
When we lay the Zeagle’s only worthy opponent to rest, I feel it is important that we treat it with the respect it deserves: SKY BURIAL. Sky burial is 100% sustainable, as it redistributes the energy stored in a body back to native birds of prey. This Promethean end will be symbolic of the Zeagle’s seizure of power, and the complete obliteration of all Beagle media.
— The Writhing Horde
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We’ve entered a critical period here at East. The left and right lunch lines no longer act as fun teams, but rather as violent battalions. The setbacks of lunch enjoyers for the last three years have been uncountable: Lunch disaster after lunch disaster.
And yet a line war is emerging as we speak. Somehow the line that you pick overshadows years of mutual camaraderie. The lunch system is designed to tear us apart for the sole purpose of selling more lunch, and yet we turn knife and fork at our fellow knights of the tray.
That’s why I urge all of you to stop poisoning cheese dippers and weaponising pizza slices, but instead to find shared humanity with members of the other line.
To get you started, here are some ice breakers to level the playing field:
— Concerned student, Zeagle Staff
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