PAGE 2—THDB COUGAR CRY, APRIL 3, 1973
TERRT JACKSON
By Teny Jackson
The winter convention of the
NOOOCSGA was held February
8, 9, and 10 in ffickory. The
host school was CVTI. Topics
of discussion were the No
knock Bill, No-Fault Insurance,
and lobbying. Hie meetings
SGA NEWS
were brief and informative. If
one conclusive thought came
out of the convention, it was
the fact that the memiber
schools rededicated themselves
to utilize the full potential of
our organization. Thirty-one
schools were present with a
total of 108 delegates. As our
membership increases, it is our
hope the goals we seek can be
reached. With 56 community
colleges or technical institutes
in the state with an enrollment
of 400,000 students, it is clear
why administrative people at
each individual school and the
legislative branch of govern
ment are beginning to listen.
When registration begins for
Spring Quarter, there will once
again be an SGA member pres
ent, taking donations for the
Student Union Fund. It is the
sincere hope of everyone con
cerned that you, the students,
will give generously to a wor
thy cause. Only through your
cooperation can our goals be
met.
First Spring Production
‘Zoo Story and Souvenirs’
The College Theatre opened
its spring productions with a
duet of shows: a one-act play,
ZOO STORY, and SOUVENIRS,
a collage of love themes from
poetry and drama.
A poignant presentation set
in Central Park, ZOO STORY
(Edward Albee) starred the
Devereaux brothers, George
and Bill. The young actors
convincingly portrayed the
roles of a distraught West Sid-
er and an erstwhile dignified
businessman, drawn by change
into the psychological problems
of the former. ZOO STORY
was • directed by a student,
Helen CaudilL
SOUVENIRS featured Karen
Wheeling and Roy Chapman in
excerpts ranging from A. E.
Housman’s WHEN I WAS ONE
AND TWENTY to SPOON RIV
ER ANTHOLOGY, OUR
TOWN, GLASS MENAGERIE,
and an original piece by Miss
Wheeling.
An attractive redhead, Miss
Wheeling completely captivated
her audience, and Roy Chap
man turned out the superb
performance WOC audiences
have come to expect of him.
SOUVENIRS was directed by
Mr. D. S. Hayes.
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SXiJL OONVENTION IN HICXOKT
SO TfflS IS WCC
I believe I want to go to
school. Yea, I am sure I do.
The decision is made. I am go
ing.
m
Gee, it looks so cold and big
— all that gray stone! I won
der where I’ll park. VISITORS
PARKING. Hum! “Visitors.”
That’s me all right. THOMP
SON HALL. That’s where I’ll
go. I must look rather strange
in my white shoes, white hose,
and white dress, but I just got
off work. Maybe nobody will
notice me.
This looks like the right of
fice. I have to wait. Okay,
here I go. Fill out this and
this and one more besides.
Send for my records, get a pic
ture, and pray for money to fall
from heaven. Find out what
classes I want. Then see when
I can get them. Well, that
shouldn’t be too hard.
Ha, was I wrong! What does
1400 hours mean? And Lord,
look at that! Do I really want
to go to school? I’m not giving
up now.
* *
This time I dwi’t look so out
of it —» jeans and bodyshirt.
Help is most definitely needed
with this schedule. Nice lady
she really knows how to
work this thing out Now I
know when I have this class
and when I work and when I
study—STUDY! Am I sure I
want to try this?
♦ ♦ ♦
Days are passing slowly be
fore I go back it seems. Fin
ally, it’s here.
“Be there early.” I heard. I
wonder if 7:30 is too early.
Gosh, more cars than ever! I
wonder where new students
park. This looks good. I’ll
just park here. The grass is
still wet. I wonder if I am
early or late. Up the steps I
tread, the steps of knowledge—
I hope.
I don’t see anyone I know.
Look at all the little groups.
It seems to me everybody
knows everybody. Well, I’ll
just stand here and wait until I
have to take that Placement
Test. Wonder if it’s hard. Oh,
look, someone I know! “Hi” —
wfaew, at last I am saved.
CARDS. I have to take this
greensheet aroimd and get
cards. How can I do that —
take a test — buy books — pay
fees, and what else? Look at
this crowd. Seems they all
know what’s going on. Sure
hope I don’t look out of place.
People just stare and go right
on by. At last it’s test time.
Up soft steps to the library I
go. Some people are already
here I see. Most of them have
someone sitting with them.
There is one guy not sitting
with anyone. Wander if he’s
waiting for somebody. I’ll just
wait here at this table alone
and hope someone will sit down
here too. Here comes that guy.
“Sure, you may sit down.”
Thank heaven, he’s a new
student too. Good, he doesn't
know anyone either. The test
is going to be delayed.
“Down to the Commons.”
Soimds like a winner for a
smoke and a coke. Killing
time. Not enough time to get
those cards. Back we go . . .
test time for sure . . . more
cards to be filled out. Okay,
START, Words . . . READING
not bad, not bad at alL MATH?
Lord no, not that . . . Dcm’t
know how to do any of that.
Thank heaven, I am not taking
math this quarter.
Back down to the Commons.
People walk all over me and
don’t say a word —> rude and
very immature. Oh, maybe I
am being a little hard on them
— first day and all . . . Hostile,
that’s me.
Cards again. Finally I have
those blue and yellow cards.
I’ve forgotten which I am sup
posed to keep. Well, someone
will tell me. Now for another
line.
You’re kidding! All the way
back to the library for some
thing, and I am not even sure
what. Now someone is behind
me. Maybe I’ll make a new
friends.
“Hi.”
“Yeah, I am new. Are you?
WeU, at least you know why
you’re here. These people jv^t
walk all over, in front of, and
almost through me.”
STUDENT PACKET! I don’t
have a student packet.
“Go where? The office —
Do you mind saving my place:
Thanks, I’ll be right back.”
This office is fulL ANOTH
ER LINE!
“No, I don’t have a student
packet. Yes, I filled out those
forms. Sure I’ll do it again.”
It’s only 3 pages. Now I have
a student packet. Back in line.
Haven’t moved for at least 10
minutes. Wonder what’s wrong.
At last, an inch forward!
You’re kidding, Mister. You
have to be kidding. Only six
more people between me and
the end of that line, and they’re
going out for lunch for 2 hours!
C^ay, I’ll be calm. I won’t
fuss, cry, or scream, but what’s
in my mind you wouldn’t be
lieve.
JOY! My friend from this
morning.
“Would I like limch? SURE,
my stomach sounds like a zoo
with all its yells and growls.”
A drive, oh it’s a beautiful
day outside — Outside, good
ness, I’d forgotten all about the
outdoors in that gray beehive.
Driving along is so peaceful
“Um-m good — pizza.”
Oh, wow! It’s time to get
back, back to stand in another
line. Maybe I’ll be early, and
I won’t have to wait so long.
Where are they? I hate people
who are late. Twenty minutesi
more, no people. Here SHE
comes now . . . about time . . .
Hope she’s nice and well-fed
now, sitting there while we’re
standing here in this line. Mov
ing right along here now.
“Yes, I have a student
packet. Cards? Yes, I have
those too.”
Okay, back to the back of the
line to pay fees. 'This reminds
me of the movies I saw when
Hitler was having the Jews ex
terminated. Waiting ... al
ways standing in line. Guess
we look a bit happier than they
did.
“Do I have a number? Siure,
I do — 49.”
“What am I doing in the
60’s? Beats me. Am I a vet
eran? No, hardly. Do I want
insurance, a parking number?
and what else?”
My green paper goes throu^
more hands and CRASH, RING
goes the register. Whew! Only
five dollars left. That’s too
close for comfort. Picture?
Heaven help us! Gary, the
photographer, remembers me
from high school. Hum, that’s
nice. Not many people do.
That has to be the worst-look-
ing thing ever. Looks like
something on an FBI wanted
Now what? Buy books. Oh
no, not another Une! Forget it.
I’ll buy books tomorrow. Be
sides I’d better get to work.
♦ ♦ *
Ahh . . . that gray building is
coming into view again. Sure
hope I’ll see someone I know
today. Buy books today . . .
line isn’t too long this time.
My first class is coming up.
I’m scared! It’s been a while
since I’ve been in school.
Not bad, not bad at alL In
structor’s a jolly or fellow.
Believe I am going to make it.
♦ ♦ *
One thing I’ll never under
stand after two weeks here:
why are the single female stu
dents so stuck up to other
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