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Editor-in-Chief Briggs Petway
Associate Editor
Business Manager Jim Farthing
Sports Staff Guy Hyatt, Russell Rawlings
Photographers Peter Chamness and Doug Hackney
Copy Editors Bob Sills, Spencer Smith
Staff Writers
LaVee Hame'-, Tricia Lough, Jamie Brame,
Jackie Parker, Brad Tucker
The Collegiate is published weekly by the students of Atlantic
Christian College, Wilson, North Carolina 27893. The views
expressed herein are not necessarily those of the faculty or
administration.
Idealism: Life is Good
In writing this editorial, I am
attempting to end a short-lived
career as an editorial writer for
The Collegiate. It has been
wonderful. Enough of the
pleasantries; let’s get down to
business.
First of all, I claim to be an
idealist, which may explain my
attitude of seeming to “know it
all” at times. Do not forgive me,
because I do not mention it to
ask you for forgiveness, but to
express to you the hope that
there may be more of you
around who will be comforted by
The Editor’s Letters
Kditor:
It is my duty as a concerned
student as well as future
alumnus of Atlantic Christian
College to express myself on
what I feel is a great handicap to
us as students. I would like to see
it corrected now.
The lack of lighted tennis
courts on Raleigh Road provides
an injustice to a large number of
students who seek leisure time in
the evenings. The three courts
that are lighted, adjacent to
Wilson Gym, are not enough to
meet the needs of our students in
the evening hours. I am finding
lhat it is becoming increasingly
more difficult to find an open
court at night. Many students do
not even bother to come down to
the courts because they know
they will probably wait in vain.
A number of students like
myself find that the evening
hours are the only possible times
to play much of the time. I work
during the afternoons and find it
difficult to make arrangements
to play during the daylight
hours. If I do find this possible, I
will almost certainly be turned
away by the Physical Education
classes or the tennis team which
seems to hold a monopoly on the
courts on Raleigh Road during
the daytime.
The three lighted courts do not
provide all the students at this
school the facilities they should
have and need to have. Proof can
be found by observation of the
three lighted courts on any
warm evening. No one can say
that these courts are not put to
gocxl use. There are almost
always groups of people sitting
behind the courts waiting to
play.
Something should be done now
to correct the present situation
of the unlighted courts on
Raleigh Road. I can think of no
better way to help meet the
needs of our student body. I am
not speaking to you as a great
tennis pro, for that I am not, but
as an average tennis player and
a great fan as so many members
of our student population are
becoming. Please do something
about this problem, students and
administration.
Randy Holoman
Africa is fantastic! I am
growing more and more fond of
the people everyday. Of course,
it is also a challenge. I am even
more excited about my job. I am
teaching four classes of
Typewriting and one class of
Office Machines at the Nairobi
Baptist Centre in Nairobi.
Teaching was a little
discouraging at first because I
could not understand the
students' English and vice
versa. However, things are
much better now.
My advisors, Joe and Hazel
Snyder of Grapevine, Texas,
have also been a tremendous
help to me. They are always
eager to welcome me into their
home. There have been times
when I did not think I was going
to make it, and they saw me
through.
The people are always trying
to make me feel at home. Many
of the nationals are always
coming to me and saying,
■‘Jambo. Soul Sister. Welcome
home." One man told me I was
his long lost daughter who went
away years ago. However, I
have just one slight problem. I
do not know what tribe I came
from. I have tried Ki-American,
Carolinian, Chowanoc, Tar Heel
tribe and heaven knows what
else. If any of you out there have
any good tribal names, please
forward them to my address. I
look forward to hearing from
you.
Perhaps my pride and joy is
my Sunday school class. I teach
at a children’s church with over
100 children coming just about
every Sunday. I bet I am the only
one in the world who has a
Sunday school class that sings in
the key of Y-E-L-L. My guitar
won’t play in that key. They are
just fantastic. They can sing
“God is So Good’’ in ten or more
different languages.
The greatest experience that I
have had is the opportunity to
share the love of Jesus through
songs and testimonies. I have
had the privileges of singing in
coffeehouses, Bible studies and a
few of the local churches.
Besides teaching, I have a Girl’s
Club which I love very much.
Together we study God’s Word
and do all sorts of other things.
Another great experience was
climbing Mount Kilimanjaro
and making it to the top.
Hurrah!
A special thanks goes out to all
those people who made it
possible for me to be here. I
would like to encourage
everyone to become mission
minded and give to support it.
For there is a great need not only
here, but all over the world.
Mary Ballance
P. 0. Box 44628
Nairobi, Kenya
Class of ’75
the fact that some of us are
beginning to come back out of
hiding following our defeat in the
1972 presidential election. If you
are an idealist, then get out and
start letting people know that
you are not going to stand for
any more of this garbage called
living by those who claim to do
it. Demand that if people are
going to say that they are alive,
they must act that way!
You see, folks, the need for all
of us right now is to develop a
kind of lifestyle aimed at sur
vival. For too long, we have
taken things for granted. For
many of us, we have moved
away from home, but everything
we do still has to be explained to
our parents. Some of us lie.
Others of us try to fit into
lifestyles that don’t demand us
to really do anything that we
haven’t done before. (For you
grammar people, rebel again.f
those who tell you to never use
split infinitives.) Take some
mitiative. You may find that life
has meaning after all.
We have no right to a world
that we are not willing to live in
-to really live in. There is a lot
of stuff gomg on it the world that
is exciting. It is happening every
day all around you, and yet you
have to have someone hit you in
the head to see anything at all
A few months ago, I wrote an
editorial entitled “How To Study
And Survive”. I was told tha’t
some people really enjoyed it
The main point was not to study;
it was the bit about surviving
that was important to me. If you
are interested in survival, you
will learn. No one needs
pressure to learn to survive. But
from tin\e to time, someone has
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Great Expectations
This thing that I’ve been speaking of in the last year
in this column requires, to borrow an expression from
Thoreau, "extravagance,” a readiness to expand the
words to fit the broad thoughts. The thoughts are,
mainly, individual growth, expansion, and self-
actualization (as Maslow would call it), and I fear that
my language may not have come to terms with these
thoughts.
Reader, realize yourself and know that whatever
fences bound you today will bound you tomorrow unless
you remove them yourself — nay, sail over them!
Follow those childhood dreams. Become a musician, or
an artist, or an astronaut.
But I fear that some of you have settled on the small
dream too easily, not allowing yourself enough merit for
the big one, settling to live a life of “quiet desperation.”
I fear that some of you have forgotten the other side of
the fence altogether, forgotten that greener grass lies
beyond.
Expectations! For most of us they are rather dim.
We learn to expect so little from ourselves, thinking that
our fortunes rest on some great capricious wheel. We
become the responsibility of our parents, our teachers,
and our friends. Get out of the Middle Ages. Once again
you must become the indomitable spirit. Johnathan,
Johnathan the American!
If, for instance, you make a crack at an education
expecting nothing of yourself, how surely you will fail.
You will be as a young bird who, coming for the first
time from the nest, fails to use its wings. Inevitably, you
will fall. Use your wings, reader, and soar.
(I make the extreme statement because there are
enough champions of our limitations. Society is a great
champion of what you cannot do. You must be the
champion of your own boundlessness. This is what
Thoreau meant when he said “Follow your genius.” You
may strike a balance if you wish, but I lean toward my
own boundlessness. I run along the beach, holding shells
up to my ears. Here I am, that great egotistical rascal
that all the world raves against.)
Why else do the majority of us exalt the underdog*?
We feel an odd kind of identification with him In the
underdog we see someone like ourselves, a thing to be
piti^. Reader, I defy your crazy associations and
celebrate the overdog!
Some spirits are naturally more far-ranging than
ofters. Some hearts are bolder. Some souls will travel
all over the seven seas. But you who stay at home you
who live the little, everyday adventures in your’own
back yard, r^ognize, if nothing else, the indomitable in
yourself, the boundlessness of the human spirit
John Paca
The Last Editorial
This is it. This is the editorial that shows all and does
all. This is the one with all of the answers and all the
opinions. This is the one to stuff under the cuff at the
Last Judgment. This one helps in passing the final final.
This is the culmination of all of my efforts at
newspaper work. This is my Summa Journalistica.This
is my theory of life and the after-life. But, it all boils
down to “Thank You.” I can only thank my friends and
supporters for my successses. And I can only thank
myself for the failures.
I may not be the best editor ever to run this paper,
but I have assembled the most talented, most dedicated
newspaper staff in Collegiate history. Never have I seen
such determination and conviction to principle. I thank
Jim Farthing for being the most successful business
manager ever to appear at ACC. I am equally proud to
be able to run this column on the same page with the
likes of Jamie Brame and John Paca (who always
seems to upstage me). I do not have space to name
everyone, so I’d like for the readers to glance at the
masthead right now and see the people to whom I am
indebted.
The faculty and administration deserve a great deal
of thanks. On the faculty are people like Dr. Marshall,
Dr. Paulsell, and Dr. Schneider who continually support
my work and-or contribute tons of material. But, my
greatest thanks go to Mr. Milton Rogerson, The
Collegiate advisor. He is always around to answer
questions and pose solutions to problems. ACC is lucky
to have the likes of this man. He is dedication per
sonified. And I cannot forget Bruce, Royce, and Ruth
who work with the Daily Times — all of whom make my
job simpler and down-right fun.
I do have a few surprises for the readers. I really like
David Arnold, even though he cannot see for flying cow
chips. I really like the entertainment committee even
though I was disappointed at their not reorganizing the
Beatles for a one-shot performance at ACC. And ac
tually, I’ve never been in the library. But, 1 guess
nobody noticed that my business manager laid out
Jaimie’s editorials in reverse order. And the people in
the English Department might like to know that the way
to keep John Paca from transferring to Cambridge or
Oxford is to encourage his girlfriend to do a little sweet-
talking on one of these dark southern nights.
At the risk of seeming more egotistical than usual, I
think we’ve put out the best editions of The Collegiate
ever. But, I couldn’t fail with the staff I had.
As a final, mini-editorial, I would like to see the older
students at ACC open up to the new ideas and new faces
of each incoming class of freshmen. These people are
the leaders of two and three years from now. Thenex
freshman that walks by might be the Ellen Bowen, the
Jimmy Cobb, the Pat Taylor, the Richard Battle, or the
Larry Williams of 1979. Some of us are leaving, and we
all know we can’t come home again. If the school is o
improve, we need to cultivate a new crop of
leaders. Who knows, some of the Class of ’76 ■
the Art Wenger, the Roger Bullard, the SajatV
Ward, the Zeb Whitehurst, or the Jim Hemby of 19w.
The future is now, to mutilate a crippled
fully expect to hear a “Glory Halleujah,” a dozen
‘It’s about time,
or
Mary’s,” three “Amen’s,” and an
two as I write these holy words: This is my last
Funny, but one “Hail Mary” and a couple o^eiew
expletives were mine. Thanks for making
newspaper, and my career as a student at AC
enjoyable experience.
Briggs Petway
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