Page 2 The Clarion September 8, 1988
CLARION
Editor Bi^r Orrell
Assistant Editor Kenny Monteith
Associate Editor Heather Conrad
Sports Editor Juan Kincaid
Editorial Editor Andrea Henry
Poetry Editor Selena Lauterer
Advertising Director Kathy Harbin
Faculty Advisor Jock Lauterer
A different kind of sunshine
by Biar Orrell
Your alarm clock goes off, and on a double-take, you realize that it is
much earlier than you were expecting.
Nirvana escapes you; panic awakes you; reality whispers in your ear.
“Get up! You’ve got an eight o’clock appointment with a fire-throwing
English professor, your math test is this afternoon, the coach says
you’re not getting enough sleep, and the blond in the “tie-die” feels the
need to get to know you better.”
In one fell swoop, your feet hit the floor, you catch the alarm, and the
hot shower is already fogging the bathroom mirror.
Oh yes, we’re back. Vacation’s over. Pack up the beach towels. Aunt
Ester and Uncle Willie, “see you next year.” And on that wind-up note,
let her fly.
As the editor of the Clarion, I wanted to come back and begin the year
with a “sunshine” welcome back editorial. But as the year has already
progressed and reality has slapped us cold, all I know to say is face life
and stay in focus.
It s so easy to stray; it happens. One morning you awake, and it’s
mid-terms, no joke. Then you’re scrambling around, raising your blood
pressure, freaking out on yourself and everyone else. It’s not a orettv
sight.
^ There is a flow to be found, a balance, a rhythem. And achieving it,
I’m sure, is different for everyone. But in finding that flow, life is
peaceful. Not 24-hours-a-day peaceful, but enough for self-restoration, a
refueling of the soul, the ego, the atman that travels. You’ll need that
for the growth and learning you’ll do this year.
I apologize for having no sunshine to blow in your face. Maybe I’m too
real. I probably even sound a bit starchy. But please believe me when I
say I’ve been there; I’ve seen it all, and I’ve tried most of it There are
no free tickets in life’s train station, period.
My B^year-old grandmother thinks I’m in college for an education to
fall back on in case my husband ever leaves me and the kids. Everyone
in your life has an idea about why you’re here. But you’re the one. You
are the only person who will be living your life. That’s stone.
I ^really? Keep in focus. And last
ly , the year s going to fly, so strap on some wings, baby.
Poets Corner
Never Will Home Be Where I Lived Before
The balding tires of our
aqua blue ’65 Ford pickup
kick up the scattered gravel
and fine, loose dust,
leaving trails of high clouds behind our speed.
And to each side of me are deep,
blooming mustard fields,
bleeding honeylightly into tall, heady
stalks of corn.
This land lives and I want to live with it.
^ver will home be where i lived before
because Mountains and Mother trees hold tighter.
by Selena Lauterer
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We need you!
By Heather Conrad
“The pen is mighter than the sword!”
Think not? Okay. How many fencing
classes are taught here at Brevard? Now,
how many literary-oriented classes and
clubs exists within Brevard?
Yesterday, today and tomorrow the
written work pierces more hearts than any
sword, convinces more minds than any
batallion, and expresses more emotion
than any physical action.
So as you are about to shrug off the
thought of joining a BC literary staff,
pause for a moment and read on.
As old as Brevard College itself, the
Clarion, the campus newspaper, has ex
isted and continues to grow. Presently
sponsored by Jock Lauterer, the Clarion
and its staff have a particular aim — to
capture the latest news the campus needs’
to be aware of, and the faces people will
want to know.
The Clarion is more than a story-telling
handout. The Clarion is the voice of BC, a
tool of expression and progress for the peo
ple of Brevard College.
If there’s one thing you’ll leave Brevard
with, it’s memories. Sure, you have
memories of almost everything you ve
done, from your first kiss to your finest lie.
However, your memories of BC can be
captured in print. And captured as warm
ly as your own memories, if enough minds
pull together. The Pertelote, BC’s an
nual, sets out to capture the feel, the at
titude, the downright essence of your year
at Brevard.
But to do this, the Pertlote’s staff needs
the imagination and creativity of many
minds. By becoming part of the Pertelote
staff, memories can be presented in as
warm and unique a style as the memories
were made.
Finally, there exists the Chiaroscuro. If
you cannot pronounce the name, simple
remember that the Chiaroscuro is
Brevard’s own literary magazine.
Imagination, talent and the soulful in
sights of BC’s students wrap, twist, and
dance about the magazine’s pages. Turn
loose the poet, artist, or helpless romantic
in you to rampage across your mind, com
mitting the utmost act of creativity.
Now that you know what BC can offer,
help battle the “Literary Dullies”.
Give life to one or more of BC publica
tions. Recognition is the worst you’ll
achieve if you do submit; regret is your on
ly gain if you don’t.
The Clarion invites students, faculty and the administration staff to
write articles, letters to the editor, and commentaries. We consider
them on the premise of interest, significance, timeliness and space.
All articles on the editorial page represent the author’s opinion and
I^gg Clarion staff, administration or faculty of Brevard Col-
All letters must be typed or printed legibly, and must be signed, along
with your year in school or relationship to Brevard College. All submis-
sions are subject to editing and must be turned in on Mondays by 11 a.m.
to the Clarion box located in McLarty-Goodson lobby.