Editorials
NONE SHALL PASS...
Notes on the Run
by Brad Johnson
BY REBECCA STACY
No, this is not a story about the
extreme number of high school
drop outs in the South.
Instead, it is reminiscent of that
resolute knight from "Monty
Python and the Holy Grail."
In his immortal words, "Tis but
a scratch."
There has been a decided
increase in support for the paper.
They painted the office this
summer-everyone is cordially
invited to come and visit.
So, sort of like a long haired
dog after a bath. The Lance is
off to a brand new start—smell
ing clean but with a few buried
fleas.
Like many programs at St.
Andrews, we're revamping the
whole paper system. The impli
cation being that there has
formerly been a system for The
Lance.
We'll be trying out all sorts of
new and improved ideas over
the next couple of months, so let
us know what you like and don't
like.
So many things are happening
right now, it's hard to know
where to begin.
There are all sorts of new
professors and staff and ideas
and changes that took place
while were were calmly work
ing. It will truly be interesting to
see all of these things in effect..
Now, I must put the peppy
smile away.
In the overall scheme of the
universe, all of what we say and
do here on measly little Earth is
relatively useless.
Unfortunately, during our
temporary stay here, we have to
figure out a way to justify our
lives.
I would like to use this opportu
nity to espouse the virtues of
becoming involved—not just
with The Lance, although I'm on
bended knee to get student
support.
St. Andrews offers so many
different club and life opportu
nities that we as students,
caught up in the clutter of our
dorm rooms, often overlook.
Even worse, and I'm guilty
also, we show up for the won
derful yearbook club pictures
and never attend another meet
ings
It has been said many times
before and I'll whine out the
chorus one more time; students,
St. Andrews students, need to
get more involved.
We finally have a Dean of
Student Life who really wants to
hear our ideas, our President
(not Clinton) really seems to
care about how we feel. There is
no reason to confront these
people with the sound of remote
control channel surfing.
We may be classified as part of
"Generation X" but we really
don't have to act like it.
Reality does bite, but only
when you've procrastinated too
long on those term papers.
Now on to another slab of beef
on my verbal plate.
A freshman, whom I knew
only slightly, stuck a note in my
box saying that she was plan
ning on leaving St. Andrev/s.
Orientation was barely over. She
had only attended one class and
she was quite prepared to leave
St. Andrews with a bad taste in
her mouth.
Perhaps, and more than likely,
she really didn't belong here but
one of the reasons she was dead
set on leaving was because
some of the seniors in her suite
had convinced her that St.
Andrews was about to fail.
Quite simply, this is utter,
total, complete, mucky, slimy,
the really smelly kind of nasti
ness that occasionally pervades
our otherwise peaceful college.
It seems, instead, that the great
rumor mill managed to blow
absolutely everything out of
proportion.
Where does the fault lie?
Should we blame the adminis
tration for not keeping us in
formed? Should we blame
ourselves for not reading those
lovely, little flyers that appear in
our boxes periodically? Should
we blame ourselves for not
actively pursuing and demand
ing answers to our very valid
questions? Does the administra
tion believe that only five
people would attend a frank and
up-front forum, which would
not be out of character for the
student body? Do we prefer,
instead, to merely explode the
tiny snippets that filter their way
into SAGA into a gloomy,
bleak, holocaustal picture that is
completely inaccurate?
I suggest that before we pass
on doom and gloom and dis
torted realities that we get the
facts.
Of course, it's quite hard to get
the facts. Everyone, professors,
staff, etc., has their own inter
pretation and "take" on the big
picture of St. Andrews. Some
times, it's hard to really trust
what any part of the "establish
ment" says. I mean, they need
our money, right?
I'm just frustrated that already
we're infiltrating the freshmen
class (a truly with-it and half
way intelligent group) with our
half-assed, half-understood,
half-retained, and angry ideas
regarding the nature of the
universe at S.A.
It bothers me that students
haven't seen some of the really
great changes that have taken
place.
Quite simply. I'm angry.
The sermon is over. I hope I
haven't been preaching to the
choir.
I hope I get some sort of
response—even if you want to
tell me to blow off.
Go BlowHole!
Thanks to The Tick.
On the way to finish packing, I
stop to jot down this the first of
several articles about Simeon
and I's adventures at
Brunnenburg Castle. I am
excited beyond words about
the opportunities that lie before
me.
What is Brunnenburg?
Brunnenburg is a castle in the
Tyrolian Alps of Italy.
Brunnenburg is the former
home of the poet, Ezra Pound.
Pound is considered among
literary circles to be one of the
greatest poets of the twentieth
century. Students from St.
Andrews go there each fall
semester to study the Cantos,
the major work of Ezra Pound
with Pound's daughter, Mary
de Rachewiltz. While there,
students also take classes on
Myth and Legends of Europe
and Agro-Archaeology with
Pound's grandson, Sietzo de
Rachewiltz. This year, there is
also a class on Italian Art
taught by Stephanie McDavid,
a teacher at St. Andrews who is
leading the group.
Who is the group? This year,
fourteen students are going to
Brunnenburg. They are: Tyler
McPeak, Gretchen Hoffman,
Tialofa Russel, Dana
Hardwick, Jo Hiebert,
Marylyle McCue, Mary
Rebecca Cox, Mellanie
Olkowski, Donna Samander,
Adam MacKenzie, Heather
Hayden, Emily Hulley, Simeon
Minshew and myself.
I would like to devote the rest
of my space to goodbyes.
Goodbye to; Kyle, Jose, Rachel,
Allyson, Ron, Stephen, Woobie,
Bina, Dr. Walters, Dave, Turtle,
Dick, Allison, Pookie, Terra,
Jesse, Belinda, Lauren, Lance,
Casey, Farley, Jo Anna, Joe,
Brandi, Drew, Parker, Chris E.
Michelle, Joe, Paul, Sara J., Drew.
Alex, Jen, Kathy, Dan the Man,
April, Joey, Katie, Christy, Chris
C., Becky, Trae, Mr.P, Jeri, the
Library staff, SAGA, Will, Amy,
Tristy, Vinny, Willie, Nicole,
Justine, Tim, Claire, Amanda,
Dave, Jamie, Bender, Brian.
Leslie, Rob. Pat My Honey,
Scooty, and many more.
Ciao!!!!!!
Did You Know...
"Saga" is short for the Native American word Kanadesaga, which
means Geneva.