Page 2 The Clarion September 19, 198fl
/ orrie A. Diaz
Editor
Lora Woodrum
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Scott Holmes
S[>i>rts Kditor
Sean Frazier
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Commentary
Food for thought
by Charles Koory
As a returning sophomore, I have notic
ed several changes that have happened
around BC campus. The new student union
building is coming right along. The
building would probably be up by now, if
the men were allowed one more coffee
break, and more time for a lunch break.
The student affairs office is now in the
old Stamey hall. If you get sick and throw
up your stomach lining, you go to the stu
dent affairs office. If you get written up by
your friendly RD, you go to the student af
fairs office to face some creative form of
capital punishment, or maybe you just pay
a fine.
One of the biggest changes that I have
noticed, has t)een the change in the Albert
G. Myers dining hall. Entering the haven
of food service, I noticed pictures of
various people doing various things. I
think the guy with the tuba is my personal
favorite. It exemplifies the Brevard Col
lege experience, and it is a true inspiration
in my life.
Entering the main dining room I noticed
a couple of things that were different.
There was a different lady hassling me for
my ID and there was new plush carpet on
either side of the walkway. Once past the
lady I proceeded onward to get my food.
The dining hall was serving breakf^ol.
Breakfast is the best meal of the day. It is
always pretty consistent. You can eat
cereal, or something like ham. sausage, or
eggs. I love eggs! There is also a very nice
lady who gets your food for you. It is a good
way to start your day.
Lunch is a total turn-around. You have to
be a little daring to eat luticii m me uimng
hall, I was really looking forward to my
first lunch at BC. I figured the new carpet
and the new pictures would maybe in
crease the quahty of the food. Boy, oh boy,
I was wrong. It was finally n>y turn to get
food. So I asked. “What is that stuff?"
The lady replied, “That is country fried
steak.” In the t>ack of my mind I knew they
would be serving veal for dinner. I got the
country fried steak and some vegetable
stuff. I went to get dessert at the new
Gretel bake shop. Gee whiz, they sure do
look like the same old desserts. I want lo
know who this Gretel chick is. I also want
to know how she manages to make flat
cheese cake. After I had finished eating
half of my me;.” regretful thoughts of not
getting a salad entered my mind.
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The day rolled on and dinner-time arriv
ed. Sure enough, veal was the entree, I had
a salad. I proceeded to ask a complete
stranger what they had eaten. They
replied, “huh?”. So I went to another
stranger what they had eaten. They
replied “I had the noodle stuff.”
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Th e Editor’s Op in ion ...
Where am I ! ?
by Lorrie A. Diaz
(Clarion hililiir
Nervous, frustrated and dioriented, she stops dead in her tracks. She
steps a few feet to the left, to the right, to the left again, her face a whirl
wind of confusion. She is a freshman, just moved into West Beam
several hours ago. She cannot for the life of her recall which side of the
building it is on. Quickly she scans her memory. Is it to the right or left
east or west? Oh God, why can’t I remember? She looks around the busy
lobby and again thinks. She takes little notice of my pleasant gaze or
that of the others occupying the lobby area: parents, students, Resident
Directors and Assistants.
She than proceeds to blurt out her question; “Where am I?” Her voice
is jittery with fear, anxiety and a supressed laughter. Amid the silent
confusion, her savior a resident director, points her in the right direc
tion. West Beam. There. I can go to my room now. But I’ve just made a
total idiot out of myself! Freshman! Oh God, I’m a freshman! She disap
pears down the stairwell to the basement.
Chaos. The one word to describe your first couple of days in college. I
chuckle to myself as I reflect on my first day here at Brevard. What a
day! Whew! I’m glad that it has been over and done with for a whole
year now. Past. It is now a part of my past to smile upon with bit
tersweet feelings.
College is by no means a piece of cake to conquer. In fact the first cou
ple of weeks can feel like a boxing match versus Mike Tyson. Never
fear, brave souls. It does get easier. Mastering the system here at BC
takes a little patience and enthusiasm.
On that note, welcome, everyone, to a fine institution — Brevard Col
lege. This is one of the best if not the best junior college in the U.S. The
adminstration, faculty and staff excel in areas such as academic exper
tise, a generous attitude in assistance and an overall pleasant at
mosphere. We are all very lucky to be here. As the year progresses, I
hope that BC will prove itself as an admirable establishment. Where can
you look you may be asking? Glance around you. The BC spirit sur
rounds you; look in the mirror — you are the newest addition to the BC
family.
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