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Ifpercitance, you ta^ the
time and energy to sit stationary
for five minutes and actuary
read this article I’ve u>hippedup
here; there are just a feu) things
I'd lihffor you to thinfahout.
Truth to tell, there are a feu)
problems zvith iMontreat life.
Odpu) these problems are not
insurmountable by any means,
but to solve a problem one must
first Iqtou) it exjsts. I zvas read
ing a quote the other day that
zvent something Uhe this: ‘Qos-
sip is the art of saying nothing in
a zvay that leaves practically
nothing unsaid. "(The quote zvas
by ‘Walter'Hhnchellbythe zvay.)
I sat at my table in the
comer of the snackbar (the one I
usually inhabit on homezvorh^
evenings) and thought about this.
I also thought about the stu
dents here atMontreat, andhozv
zve react to things. I began to
realize that a lot of people here
could stand to thinli^about this
quote (myself included).
I caroused through the clut
tered inde?cfile of my mind and
thought of several instances in
the last zveel^zvhich drezv bacfi
to this quote. Things lil;f, "I
heard a rumor that there zvas a
nezvpublication being put out,"
zvhispered in secretive, hushed
tones to a friend of mine. It zvas
stated almost lil(e it zvas a top
secret, dreadful fact that should
never see the light of day. J^d
yet, everyone has heard about it.
9dy friend responded, “T^a, the
Off-Campus students are put
ting out a publication to deal
zvith their concerns and prob
lems since they differ somezvhat
from the On-Campus students."
iVhat zvas the horrendous se
cret, I zvondered?
1 began to thinl(_about all
the various things that had off-
handedlyflozvedthrough my ears
over the past year and a half,
"dley, y'hnozv zvhat he did at
TizzadhitF Didyou hear about
theiRjD? zvhat she and
this guy did?" I almost laughed
out loud at the shear stupidity of
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Return To
Lake Susan
n HAS BEEN A QUIET
WEEK ON LAKE SUSAN.
Autumn has been set to
motion in our little hollow
of the world and all the
leaf-watchers have ar
rived with cameras and
awe. They drive at a snail's
pace along our roads,
searching for a better view
of the reds, oranges, yel
lows, and greens that
cover the hills around us.
It is then, driving be
hind them late for some-
By Kim Holt
Staff Writer
thing, that I secretly wish
them to arrive back at
their homes only to dis
cover that the film in their
cameras was black and
white.
Many of us here in
Montreat take for granted
our surroundings, even in
the serene beauty of this
season. Why? I think it's
because we have
stopped looking up at the
leaves hanging brilliantly
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Annoyance
by: John MiHs
They com.e from the
four corners of the world,
with one tning in mind.
Completely vulnerable to
peer pressure, prone to
flock in groups, and tend
ing to dress exactly alike,
they are an upperclass
man's nightmare. Con
stantly needing encour
agement and obsessed
with fitting in. they attempt
to tell us exactly what we
want to hear.
Any kindness on our
part will Immediately be
misconstrued as affection,
damning us to "puppy
love' forotteastfouryears.
It IS completely Impossible
to befriend this group, for
they are unwilling to en
gage in intelligent conver
sation.
They have infiltrated
ever\' aspect of college
life, and even Join clubs to
provoke the wrath of
thoseofuswhotakeclubs
seriously. Fortunately,
most leave organized
clubs once they realize
commitment is not only
wanted but required.
They break curfewsjust for
the sake of rebellion, skip
classes on a whim, turn
papers In late and con
sider themselves mature.
They dye their hair
blond, giggle without
reason, and call you at
unreasonable hours for
help in a class you're fail
ing and they're master
ing.
They claim to be inde
pendent. but call home
daily. Separation from
their clique causes ex
treme apprehension. I
sawone stand outside the
cafeteria the other day
for forty-five minutes In the
rain, waiting fora Mend so
she wouldn't look like an
idiot sitting aione or with
strangers.
This weeketKi was the
first weekend they were
allowed to leave campus.
I wasn't here, but my
friends foid me that a
feeling of peace andtron-
quility invaded the cam
pus. The most amazing
fact about this group is
the amazing metamor
phosis that takes place
after the first summer of
college. Experts believe
that (other than kindergar
ten) the first summer of
the college is the most
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