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April 16, 1990
The Clarion
Gym Weaver & a hike named Rosie
Student volunteers Thomas Smith and Lin Redmond plant Howers.
Brevard College's Service Corps spent last Saturday working on
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Graduation activities set
for Mother’s Day, May 13
Mothers of Brevard College
graduating sophomores will have two
reasons to celebrate this spring. This
year's Commencement falls on Sunday,
May 13, Mothers Day.
The weekend begins on Saturday,
May 12, with a 10 a.m. Alumni Brunch
to officially welcome the graduation
candidates into the BC Alumni
Association. At that event in the
cafeteria, Brevard College will unveil its
first ever Video Yearbook for 1990.
Following that presentation, the
candidates will go to Boshamer
Gymnasium to rehearse for graduation.
That evening, the College will host
a Picnic for everyone on the lawn and
rose garden beside the cafeteria.
Sunday morning begins with a 9:45
Baccalaureate service at the First United
Methodist Church across the street from
the College. That event begins
traditionally with the blue-robed
sophomores parading from Dunham
Music Center across campus, under the
Old Gate and across the street to tlie
church.
Retired Bishop W. Kenneth
Goodson will be the Baccalaureate
speaker. Bishop Goodson of Winston-
Salem, is a long-time Trustee of Brevard
College. His name should be familiar to
BC students; he's the second half of
"McLarty-Goodson."
After 11 a.m. brunch at the
cafeteria. Graduation Exercises will be
held on the lawn between Jones and
Beam Residence Halls at 2 p.m. In case
of inclement weather, the ceremonies
will move inside to Boshamer
Gymnasium. This year's graduation
speaker is Dr. Roy B. Shilling Jr., the
president of Southwestern University,
Georgetown, Texas.
The traditional reception on the
presidents lawn will follow graduation
at approximately 3:30 p.m.
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strong and cute as I. So we went to his
pad and we had some really intelligent
conversion. He soon started telling me
about his boat. He then asked me if I
wanted to go to the Bahamas with him
the next day. He then informed me that
he was bisexual. I then informed him
that I was not. I said, "I think it is great
if you are in tune with your sexuality,
but I just don't get into that stuff, man."
He understood that I liked women; I
guess he liked women, too. He dropped
me off at the hotel, but before I got out
of the car he gave me his card and said,
"Hey, man. I'll be going to the Bahamas
on and off this summer. If you want to
go, write me, and you can bring the
sexual companion of your choice."
I told him that if I were to go then I
would bring a girl. He said, "all right,
man, whatever trips your trigger." I
thought to myself, yeah I guess it really
is whatever trips your trigger."
That night I searched everywhere for
some food. I had the late-night
munchies. I ended up in a packed
Denny's and seating myself. It was
about 3 in the morning. I was all alone
in this place and it made me sad. There
were workers killing themselves just so
all these drunk people could fill their fat
bellies. It made me wonder what I would
be doing in few years. Would I be doing
something that gives me personal
satisfaction, or would I be busting my
hump at Dennys, trying to make
enough money to just survive?
At my height of depression this guy
sits down at a table across from me. I
asked him,"Is this the beginning of your
day or the end of it?"
He said,"It's a little bit of both. I go
work out until ten, then I go to sleep,
then I get up and work out again."
I then said,"Is that all you do? How
do you support yourself?"
He replied, "I play professional
football during season for the Minnesota
Vikings."
I was kind of impressed. He told me
his mom lived in Daytona and he goes
to Daytona in the off season because his
wife was killed in a car accident. I gave
him my condolences and I left Denny's
with a feeling of hopeful depression
Depressed by the older men working so
hard - hopeful because that football
player could go on in his life after such
a great loss.
The next day we left Daytona little
tanner but wiser. We pointed Rosie
towards the Blue Ridge Mountains and
traveled all day. Just outside of
Jacksonville the bike starts making this
noise like it was going to blow up. We
stopped at a gas station and with our
combined intelligence we figured out
that Rosie had dropped a muffler. Rosie
sounded really mean now.
The trip was going okay until we
hit Spartanburg, S.C. We hit this really
bad storm. I thought we were going to
die. At one point there was this funnel
type cloud forming to the right of us.
The only time on this trip that 1 had
even gotten close to being so scared was
when that guy told me he was bisexual.
I had Rosie going full throttle. We
didn't have enough common sense to
stop and get out of the rain. I was just
praying for a bridge to stop under for a
while. We finally found an overpass.
We almost slammed into a truck parked
under it. Gym and I looked at each
other. All we could say was, "We are
truly the sorriest saps. We are lame. The
only thing that could happen worse to
us is if we were to wreck and die. And
that wouldn't even be so bad. " We
would then laugh because that was all
we could do.
We got to our room late Friday
night. We were soaked to the bone, but
we were alive. If we had nothing else
our laughter and friendship were still
intact.
I will probably go to Florida again
someday. I'm sure I'll have some very
memorable trips in the future, but I
have my doubts that any trip is going to
be as memorable as the trip with Gym
Weaver and a bike named Rosie. ^
testing to BC Health Fair: everything for flexibility
fesling to free ha.r-do's, (BC pho.os b, Lin R.dmond)