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EDITORIALS
A Time to Remember
To those of us who are sophomores, our days at
Chowan are numbered. That statement will get many
responses from all of us. Whether or not we wish to
admit it, Chowan has and will have a great influence on
us both now and in future years. We, sophomores, have
seen several changes here at Chowan in our short stay.
Some changes for the good, some not so good. We have
watched a new science building go up in one short year.
We have seen enrollment drop almost by 500 students in
one year. We have watchc^d in pure amazement as the
S.G.A. has played “Will the real S.G.A. president please
stand up?” We have witnessed these and many other
changes in our short two year stay.
Although everyone gripes and complains, anxiously
awaits Fridays and dreads Sunday nights, we still will
miss Chowan, though it’s doubtful that we will admit it
to anyone.
Let’s face it, Chowan has been good to us. It has given
us a chance to get our feet on the ground and make up
our mind about a college education. It has given us in
terested faculty members who care about our future and
success. Sure, it has its bad points but what college
doesn’t. Nothing and no one is perfect.
On the most part, our stay at Chowan has been what
we ourselves have put into it. This is true for anything.
You get out of anything, what you put in it.
If your stay at Chowan has been not quite up to your
expectations; take a second look and review how you’ve
spent your time. If you’ve spent most of your time at the
pub or in the pool hall, that probably explains why your
grades aren’t so terrific. On the other hand, if you have
applied yourself, you are probably quite satisfied with
your achievements here and ready to move on to bigger,
better things.
As Paul McCartney wrote in his lyrics from Abbey
Road, “and in the end, the love you take is equal to the
love you make.”
—Richard Jackson
Noise
With my first year of college coming to an end. I’ve
discovered that there are quite a few individuals that
don’t know anything about human rights. I’m really
surprised at the number of people that have no respect
for anyother person’s privacy or just the person, for that
matter.
I see this displayed constantly in the dormitory, music
that is played loud enough to shake the walls, people
yelling and screaming at one o’clock in the morning.
And there are those who refuse to confien their athletic
activities to the outdoors, insisting on making the
> ahallways their own prive astrodome. Where anthing
; from Monday night football to championship wrestling
may take place. I can understand that on occasions,
things get so tedious and tense that anxieties just have to
be released. But, unfortunately, when you have a dor
mitory full of male people or female students letting off
steam at their desired hour, it creates eternal racket for
those that are not.
Inmatureness is probably the biggest cause for all the
noise that goes on. There are a great many of us that just
refuse to grow up, “acting more like children than
children.” Students screaming at one another at the top
of their lungs—like kids on a playground, making little
sense at all. It’s sad but it happens in all the dormitories.
People constantly demand more freedom from our
society everywhere they go. They display such childish
behavior and then can’t understand why this freedom is
denied.
The majority of noise comes from a few on each hall
or floor that are just constant noisemakers. The others
aren’t necessarily this way, but are scared of the
ridicule they’ll suffer if they don’t contribute their own
amount, or, go along with whatever mischief is being
carried on. Many of the resident assistants won’t do
anything to render the situation of excess noise because
similarly, they are scared of the same ridicule they’ll
get if they order a few doors shut or a few stereo’s
turned down.
In every situtation I’ve stated here there are ex
ceptions, of course, not everyone is guilty. And the
writer doesn’t want to sound like “the little innocent
angel that never did anything,” because its simply not
true—I’ve had my moments of glory too. But the noise
one creates in a dormitory shows no respect for your
fellow man or woman. In the music world today“love”
is the central theme. Songwriters profess it to be the
answer we’re looking for. I believe this to be true, but
contrary to what we might think, it begins in situations
just like this—respecting the rights of the guy down the
hall or in the room next to you.
It’s all a matter of love.
—Bob Allen
Letters to Editor
HOW DID THEY KNOW I M BLACK
SfUOfNr NfWS^AKH ot CHOWAN COitfCt
EDITOR — Richard Jackson
ASSOCIATE EDITOR — Stephen Bowman
SPORTS EDITOR — Linwood Lewis
Karen Humberstone
Barry Bradberry
Lynn Deaner
Jim Moore
Mary Vann
Harvey Wadman
STAFF-
Hunter Gish
Buddy Tunstall
Thomas Long
Edgar Pittman
David H’'ooks
Bolj lien
Dear Editor:
I would like to take the op
portunity I am privileged with,
by being a member of the
newspaper staff, to communicate
with the students of Chowan.
Particularly to the students who
are returning next year, but
through re-application the
students not returning might also
benefit.
I am speaking of student ac
tivities, overall student intereat,
and student body unity. We have
someshere around 1,000 young
people in a situation that is
foreign and unglorified so to
speak to theri conventional life
style and habitat. Most of the
students learn to adapt and more
or less blend in with a secular
part of our small society and
iether enjoy themselves, stick it
our, or sooner or later quit and go
running home. Having to change
a habit that is a life style is a very
difficult and unnerving ex
perience to the majority of people
and many suffer inwardly for a
long time afterwards. Becoming
a part of a group temporarily
eases the sense of need in a lot of
us, but just temporarily.
Becoming a “groupie” is just fine
for some, but for others either
become loners or move from one
group to another, looking for
security in an insecure society.
Sooner or later, sometimes too
late, this type of person realizes
the selfinsness of this feeling of
insecurity. The need to become
involved with mankind as a whole
tends to be the release then. In
my personal opinion, this point of
banishing selfishness and
reaching out for the respon
sibility and fulfillment of the
awareness of fellow human
beings is the point of maturity in
a person’s life.
This is what I want to make
my point about students interest
and student body unity. Joe, a
I comb my hair to the front,
instead of to the side.
I wear a hip hat on my head,
boy, do I have pride.
I have an earing in my ear and
ofthecoUege. I * ® f ‘T*’’
points of argument night I hang out on 42nd Street,
e we really got into there ain’t a soul I can’t li
buddy of mine, and I sat up one
night hashing over these sub
jects. Joe was convinced that
Aere was nothing he could do or
anyone elso could do to arouse the
interest of the students here in
the activities of the college,
offered some
and from there
Roving Reporter
beat.
it. Well, we made some con- I’ll take his money and start to run
elusions, and these are the if he yells I’ll use mv gun
constructive suggestions that I i’ll nca fi,*. l
want to offer. First of all, the ^
students need to be interested in
the welfare of all the people on
this campus. In compounding a
spirit of unity between each
other, through participation in
activities, being willing to con
sider other people’s interests and
motivations and general
awareness of what’s going on in
the world around us, the type of
community changes, building
and resources could be achieved
that would benefit all concerned.
Administrative policies could be
altered to concern the total
welfare of all the people on
campus and make life a lot easier
in days to come. Changes are
slow and must be met with a
great deal of diplomacy and
politics. No one is going to
change with the threat of failure,
embarassment and humiliation
being an all but proven end. This
has to be kept in mind when the
students begin to work for
changes within our community.
Compromises must be made in
consideration of all concerned
and by all concerned. I feel that
when the students on this cam
pus, who are willing to put forth
an effort and who are not too
narrow minded to understand
human relations, can get their
heads together and formulate
rational delagation and more or
less prove their responsibility
and sincereity, they can surprise
themselves with what they can
do.
then take my car and start to cruise.
You know, I can’t even read.
—Brother Otis T. Matlock
These observations and
suggestions, I hope, will initiate
an interest in the students to
come and work with the SGA,
which is once again trying to
establish itself. Due to lack ot
interest amoung the students,
there are only about a dozen
participation members of the
SGA. I wonder how many
students really want their
decisions made for them by
someone else. Very few I would
think; I, myself, like to make my
own.
Hunter Gish
- Literary
^ Musings
By PROF. ROBERT G. MULDER
AN OPEN LETTER
TO A
SUSPENDED STUDENT
Dar Charles,
By the time you receive this letter you
will be settled at home, and the worst of
the traumatic hours you have spent
recently will be past history. To say that
I am deeply sorry about the dilemma in
which you found yourself would be a
mild condolence, sincere though it may
be.
I never felt as helpless in my whole
life as I did the morning last week when
you came by my office to say good-bye.
Do not be ashamed of the tears which
you were unable to suppress; no man,
regardless of age, needs to apologize for
the tears which are genuine, and sincere
regret is a sign of maturity, not
childlishness.
Your parents should be proud if they
could have heard your regretful
acknowledgement of guilt, and the fact
that you have taken upon yourself the
responsibility of breaking the law is an
indication that this whole experience
will become for you not a stumbling
block but a stepping stone. The con
fession which you made to me proved
that you are a man, and I know that in
the future your entire attitude toward
humanity will be more favorable
oriented because, like a thoroughbred,
you are willing to suffer alone without
desire of dragging someone else, guilty
though he be, into the ring of con
sequence with you.
Who can say what causes man to err?
Psychologists may have a ready an
swer; perhaps they would say some
deep-seeded insecurity craved to be
released and you sought that escapism
with flight into a world of unreality.
Ministers may say that you turned from
God and sin became predominant in
your life; or in Flip Wilson’s jargon,
“The devil made me do it.”
Actually what caused you to take your
first illegal step is no longer the main
issue. You have taken it, you were
caught, and now you are paying for the
guilt which you have confessed. The
important thing is that you know where
you stand with society and that you not
hide from life in retreat while you fold
your hands in despair and say, “I don’t
know what came over me.”
You studied the Apostle Paul in the
New Testament. He said that within him
was the desire to do good along with the
desire to do bad. While he was basically
good, he confessed to his own errors in
this manner stating that the over
powering forces of evil were also strong
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and often ruled him momentarily.
Pardon me, Charles, for mounting the
pulpit, but permit me to share two
verses from the Bible written by this
great man. First, he said that “all
things work together for good to them
that love God, to those who are called
according to His purpose.” Let me say
that I have found great truth and
strength in the acceptance of this verse.
There comes a time when every man
profits to put aside his pride and claim
by simple faith the affirmations of a
great soul like Paul.
He also regretted some of the
foolishness and mistakes of his own life.
No one is sure of all the mistakes of this
man, or of any man for that matter, but
Paul had a lot of sense. He would not let
the consequences of one or two errors
beat him down into a life of inef
fectiveness. He wrote to his Philippian
friends: “This one think I do: forgetting
those things which are behind and
reaching forth unto those things which
are before; I press toward the mark . .
>>
And had Paul not pressed toward the
mark, in spite of his past life, chances
are the world would not know of him
today. You, Charles, must also set your
“mark” and press toward it. Being
knocked down may be of little
significance if one has fortitude enough
to get up and try again. What has
happened to you is upsetting and
rightfully so; however, your reaction to
this event in your life and your ability to
get up and try again will determine
what you amount to in the long run.
I have heard the oppressed cry many
times for a second chance. This is a
natural plea, the straw to which every
drowning man clings. Sometimes the
plea is granted; sometimes is refused.
Luckily, you will be given another op
portunity to continue your eduction.
Whether or not you accept this is en
tirely up to you. As your friend I per
sonally long to see you come back and
establish yourself as a conscientious,
law-abiding student.
For what it’s worth, Charles, I have
seen several suspended students
through the years do just that. You are
certainly no exception unless you force
yourself to be. Bitterness at this time
may create a barrier which could
become increasingly difficult to over
come, whereas tolerance and deter
mination could establish a new foun
dation on which you may build a life
even beyond your own expectations.
Your friend either way,
Bob Mulder
QUESTION; What do you like
best and least about Chowan?
To me you are a beautiful creation of God,
that he gave to me you,
by his mercy on me
This creation of mercy to me,
to hold, to love, to protect and defend.
For she is only one of a kind, to above
all never lose affection for,
That above all, affection, for it
is the ultimate sign of love.
Merely twinkling love,
or the greatest love ever,
Not to be forgotten no matter how
angry or irritated one might become,
No care of time passing and after
that and further, always affection.
—D. Ashley Weeks
Donna Lowder
Teachers, country, it’s really
pretty; Dorm rules.
Ben Liverman
Closeness of the students; the
town in which it is situated.
Sharing
Your
Faith
By ROBBIE CARTER
For 12 years the Savior waited
for me and I’m glad He didn’t
have to wait any longer.
I was raised in a Christian
home. My parents were both
Christians and I’ve been to
church all my life. For this I am
very grateful. During a revival
one year, I had an emotional
experience with Christ and His
Holy Spirit. But it was only
emotion. I was 9 years old at the
time. I was su|^sed to be
baptized the next Sunday, but I
got sick so I couldn’t go to church.
After that, the preacher kept
telling me to come on down and
ask for membership in the church
and be baptized, but I wouldn’t
come. The emotion of that
moment was gone and there was
nothing there. For three years I
struggled with the Holy Spirit
every service. Finally during
another revival, I let go. I could
no longer fight Jesus and His
Spirit. I went forward to let
dirist take over my life com
pletely. Not just for a moment as
I had before.
Ever since then I have tried to
live as much like Jesus as I could.
I have not always been able to do
so, and many times I fail, but
Jesus always says “I Forgive.”
Is Jesus still waiting for you? If
you are, then give in to Jesus
now. ITie only way to heaven is
through Jesus Christ, don’t keep
Him waiting, for someday He’s
going to return and it will be too
late then. If you do not know how
to be saved come and talk to me. I
will be more than happy to show
you how you can have the peace
that I have. I pray that you will
make the ri^t decision.
Chowan
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Recently a prospective student
for Chowan and her parents were
in the cafeteria for some meals
and had an opportunity to ob
serve the real Chowan through
the actions of some students—the
girl was here to take competative
exams. She had probably seen all
of the buildings of Chowan but
this just like a church without
people is just a building. The
students of Chowan are Chowan.
During this same weekend,
Chowan was host campus for a
cheerleading clinic and it was
good to have these young high
school ladies. As it is in all good
things someone or something
spoiled the atmosphere. The
spoilage cane in the form of
remarks and actions toward the
cheerleading group as they came
for their meals by some of our so
called young men—feet up on
chairs and leaving glasses and
trays on the cafeteria tables and
wearing hats in the cafeteria.
All of this was observed by a
prospective student and her
family. At least one staff member
was concerned enough to come to
this writer with some suggestions
for an article on the Chowan
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John McCorsley
Nothing; staying here on
weekends.
Daphne Glover
People, smallness of school,
rules, administration doesn’t
have their stuff together.
Chip Barnes
People who try to find
something to do at Chowan;
people who sit around and gripe
about nothing to do.
Jan Griffin
Springtime; homework.
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Joyce Bush
Graduation; rules, meals.
George Ray
Friendly atmosphere of
students, students help each
other out; everyone complains
about things, but no one is willing
to do anything about it.
Tom Salak
Vacations; not enough going
Steve Bowman
“Alimony is like making
the payments on your rar—
after it’s been wrecked.”
Jean Marshall
How close the people are;
people won’t take time to find out
about the S.G.A., don’t hke the
rules.
Glenn Dixon
Going home on Fridays;
coming back on Sundays.