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The Clarion
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Dorm rooms reflect the lives of B.C. students.
College Life Grows
As Time Passes
By Jill Avett
It was August 22, 1983, a very hot summer’s day. I
was standing in a bare dorm room looking out the win
dow. Five minutes earlier I had said good-bye to my
family, but now I was here, and they were on the way
home-without me. This was it, college. I’m the oldest of
four children and I felt like the first fledgling leaving the
nest. I wasn’t quite sure my wings would work, but with
some encouragement from my parents, I had jumped.
That bare room became filled, like my life here at
Brevard. There were friends, a roommate, an advisor,
and teachers to help me along the way. College, an ex
perience I had been doubtful of, turned out to be
enlightening and fun. A wise person once said that
“ninety percent of what you learn in college doesn’t
come from books.” That couldn’t have been more true.
During the first few weeks of college I learned a great
deal about myself and others my age. There have been
and will be tough times (who invented the exam,
anyway?), but it’s something I wouldn’t miss for the
world.
Don’t Forget
One Last Word
By Jane Roberts
Something needs to be said. We all feel it. It’s
everywhere. It’s in the realization that we “may never
pass this way again.” Oh sure, we’ll be back, but it won’t
be the same; it won’t be “this way.” Right now this is all
ours : our cafeteria, our S.U., our overdue library books,
our creek, our plastic chairs. Yes, even the premature
grey hairs on the heads of our teachers and our R.T.’s
are our fault, and we are proud of it.
But something needs to be said. The potential for sen
timentality is devastating-why, the words could poten
tially be as mushy as our “short-cuts through life” in the
grass after the perpetual rain. I will, however, forego
that route and simply say that by and large we, the wild
and weary sophomores, agree that life here at B.C. (Big
City) has been one of the most, well...greatest, actually,
um~an experience. And one that will not easily, if ever,
be dismissed.
So what needs to be said? Well, if we ask Jeremy
Campbell, “What do you say?” he knows it’s got to be
either “please” or “thank-you.” Perhaps this is a case
fitting into the “thank-you” category. But to whom do
we expressd our gratitude? To our teachers, for pulling
us as much as they pushed us? To the Lord, for leading
us here and/or helping us through? To our friends, for
“being there” and our roommates, for putting up with
our “being there”? To ourselves, for surviving?
In any case, something definately needs to be said and
it can’t wait. You may not know what it is, but when you
feel it, don’t ignore it. Scribble it in a yearbook. Blurt it
out in a wild exclamation. Put it in a poem. Mumble it to
your math teacher. Say it in a hug. But whatever you do,
don’t wait for a ten-year reunion, for by then those
unspoken words will have haunted you like the lyrics of
an awful song that you can’t erase from your mind.
Something needs to be said. Say it!
I, Julie Chason, do bequeath my
job in Office Services to Jamie
Pope and anyone else who loves
the smell of paper and the feel of
ink on their fingers. To Mr.
Fisher, I leave my corner desk
for sleeping. And to all my
Rosman friends and Dr. Wood I
leave one another.
I, Christine Parker, leave the
memories of room 229 in Jones to
whoever may be the next to oc
cupy it. Every mark on the floor
and dent in the ceiling holds some
special memory. To Mr. Cope
and my fellow classmates of the
last few plays I leave my unique
klutziness and the ability to say
lines totally backwards giving
them new meaning. We had
some fun times together.
I, Jeffrey Andrew Moore, being
of ill mind and thin body ain’t
leavin’ nuttin to any one of you
folks cornin’ back to Brevard
next year. I is takin’ it all wid
me. But I is leavin’ Dok Wud my
filin’ sistem, and my prufreadin’
ability, and dirty jokes. Gudbie
ever body.
I, Nina Shafer, being of warped
mind and tiny body do hereby
leave the following: To the Stu
dent Ambassadors and Admis
sions staff I leave 10,000 campus
tours to be given on rainy days to
girls wearing moon boots with
red leg warmers. To Cheryl
Joyce, my roomie, I leave the
room and lots of tears and
memories. Love you babe. To
the “lobby crowd” I leave many
more late night chats. To
Brevard College I leave my duck
shoes and umbrella.
I, Christine Pellicio, in somewhat
stable mind and body, bequeath
to the soccer players their friend,
tantly permitted to participate in
their Epicurean Bacchanalia-
take good care of him! To
Madame LaStrange, Senora
Ashbrook, Dean Wray, Bill Gash,
Ed Cunningham, President Mar
tinson, Doc Wood, Mr. Burger,
and all the others who helped me
get accepted and receive scholar
ships for next year, I give my
deepest thanks and apprectia-
tion. To all my friends-freshmen,
sophomores, teachers, and
faculty-I leave my best wishes for
success next year. Whatever the
future holds, a part of my heart
will always be left here at
Brevard.
I, Jane Roberts, being of frazzled
mind and weary body, do hereby
leave to Mr. Chamlee all of my
rough drafts of unfinished poems,
to Doc Wood some remarkably
expressive glances, to Judy
McDonald a life-time friendship.
Religion Classes
Add to Education
Americans have recently been
questioning whether or not their
children should be forced to par
ticipate in prayer in the public
school system. On a higher level,
many colleges and universities,
Brevard College among them,
stipulate that students must pass
a certain number of religion
classes to meet graduation re
quirements. Just how important
is the study of religion to one’s
education?
The argument could be made
that time spent in religion classes
might better be spent on more
“substantial” subjects like math
or English. Are these classes
really more important than
religious studies, or do they just
seem to be? Certainly, the main
purpose of attending college is to
better prepare oneself for the job
market, but it is not the only pur
pose.
Of course, one could also argue
that the study of art or music is a
waste of time (with apologies to
fine arts majors). These courses
are offered to the general student
body because of their aesthetic
value. Religious studies, too, are
of value. The purpose of music
and art is to improve and
beautify our surroundings-as
well as to educate. They are not
essential, but they add a great
deal to the quality of our lives.
Religious studies serve the same
purpose. Just as the study of
math and English expands our
minds, the study of religion not
only educates us, but has an im
mediate application tho our lives
outside the classroom as well.
The real problem lies not with
compulsory religious studies, but
with compulsory belief. College
is not church. Religion teachers
are not here to preach to
students, but to instruct them in
the study of a piece of literature.
The interpretation of that
literature lies with the student.
So why are religion classes re
quired? Probably because if they
were not, most of us would never
get around to taking one.
Zednik to Become
Phi Theta Kappa Sponsor
By Jane Roberts
Recently, Mrs. Margaret Zed
nik, instructor of German, logic,
and philosophy, accepted the in
vitation to join Dr. Clara Wood
and Mr. Randy Jackson as spon
sors of Phi Theta Kappa. She is
impressed with the
organization’s “combined em
phasis on both academic ex
cellence and leadership” and
hopes to promote P.T.K.’s fur
ther involvement with social and
service activities. She also an
ticipates a great potential for the
club’s interaction with the cam
pus at large.
Wednesday, April 18, a formal
induction was held in the Weaver
Room with President Martinson
attending. These newly elected
officers are President Caryn
Clause, Vice-President Richard
Ledbetter, Recording Secretary
Jill Kildall, and Treasurer
Kristie Cothman. The offices of
Corresponding Secretary and
Recorder have not yet been filled.
and to Laura Campbell and all
the new R.A.’s lots of prayers
aspirin, good luck, and fond
memories.
I, Teresa R. Allison, hereby be
queath Economics 201-2 to
anyone who can stay awake, my
job in the mailroom to anyone
who has a fetish for paper cuts
and my seat in front of the TV in
the S.U. to Tina Holland and Cin
dy Hall, who enjoy soaps as much
as I do.
I, Frank Herman Justice, be
queath my orange softball to
Greg Frady, my pet spiders in
Box 365 to anyone who will feed
them and change the air daily,
and my James Bond umbrella to
Caryn Clause.
I, Lynda Ferrell, being of sound
mind and body do hereby will
Kathy Simmons a year’s supply
of sardines and mustard. To Doc
Wood, an entire photo album of
John Shuler in various positions,
or better yet, I leave you John
Shuler! To Mr. Cope, a year’s
supply of “smut” jokes to share
with casts to come. To Don
McGinnis, a year’s supply of
“Cooler Soup” and a life-size
poster of Wally Cleaver.
I, Dave Beam, do hereby be
queath one slightly used guitar
pick and hours of procrastinating
to Andy (Stay out of the middle of
things!). I leave the laughs to
Stephanie and the hard work to
anyone willing. I’ll take the
memories and good friends with
me! P.S. Thanks Chuck!
I, Lisa Funk, being of educated
mind and small body hereby will
the following: to Cheryl Joyce,
my “sister”, more tears to be
remembered; to Mr. Jackson and
Mr. Hammond, my “GAPPER”
friendship forever; to Mr.
Chamlee, Rick Springfield
season tickets; to Curtis
Layman, a seat on “our” pink
plane; to my parents, all my
love; and to all my friends here at
Brevard College, I leave a friend
ship never to be forgotten.
Controversy
Over Smoking
Continues
By Nancy Jorgensen
For as long as one can
remember, there has been an
ongoing argument for the right tp
smoke. It seems the only thing
one hears today is the complaint
of smoke in their food or cancer
in their lungs. The finger always
points to the smoker who is only
doing about the last thing on cam
pus they enjoy-smoking. Is there
a peaceful solution to this con
troversial problem? Yes!
Smoking and non-smoking sec
tions are practically everywhere
now. So what’s the problem"
Smokers and non-smokers have
equally fought for their right to
smoke and it is their responsibili
ty to stay with their decision or
suffer the consequences.
It is only when rules are bent
and lack of respect is shown that
problems arise. Both smokers
and non-smokers suffer for it:
non-smokers with smoke in their
faces and smokers with a lot of
unnecessary hassles!