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knew it, it was time for the prom.
While we were at dinner, one of his
friends made the comment that I looked
older than any 14 year old he knew.
Well, Mark became infuriated and told
me to quit flirting with his Mends.
After the prom, we went to a party,
and I had to be in by 3 a.m.. He was
once again annoyed with me, and when
we pulled up at my house that night,
he hit me for embarrassing him in front
of his Mends. Again, 1 thought that this
was how older guys were, and I firmly
believed this was my fault. Then I
secretly blamed my mother for setting
my curfew so early.
From June until October, the hit
ting continued on a regular basis. 1 was
black and blue, but kept it hid. My
mother had her suspicions, but I just
told her I fell or some other stupid
excuse. I even said 1 was drunk one
night to cover up the fact that he hit me
in the stomach. My mother wasn’t
stupid and it took a lot of work, but I
kept it from everyone. By the end of
our relationship, I had a scar in the
back of my ne^ from where he had
held a knife to my head, I had several
sprains, and I had dislocated my hip.
TThere were nights when I would cower
in a locked car, hoping he would not
think to look there.
After two years, I finally got up the
courage to leave him, and so 1 told him
that I thought we would both be better
offwith someone else. He disagreed,
but I told him that if he came near me
again, 1 would take out a restraining
order against him. That afternoon, I
drove myself to soccer practice, after I
had been riding with him for the last
two years. When he went to pick me
up, and foimd out I had already left, he
became infuriated. He arrived at prac
tice to find me putting on my cleats.
He got out of the car, threw his keys at
so hard they stuck in my back, picked
me up with both hands, slammed my
head into the windshield of the car,
and just about the time he raised his
hand back to hit me, the goalie got to
him, and pulled him off me. “Alex”
took me home and cleaned me up
before my parents got home. 1 said 1
was cleated at praaice. From that day
on, I had to have “Alex”, the goalie,
walk me from class to class and take
me to and from school and practice.
The police said they could do nothing
about it unless my parents pressed
charges. Well, I was too cowardly to
tell my parents, and so nothing was
1 never told my parents because,
well, number one, I am a chicken, and
number two, my father would have
killed Mark. Marks brother has a twin
that now knows what went on, and
threatened to “expose” Mark ifhe didn’t
go to therapy. Currently Mark is in
therapy, and when we see each other,
although I am scared to death, we are
somewhat cordial. It is all an aa,
though. The agreement is, as long as
he is in therapy, I will keep quiet. He
also had to tell his fiancee. Mark’s
brother is my inside spy, so to speak, so
1 know what is going on.
So, for everyone who thinks that 1
would have been guilty if I had killed
him when he was slitting the back of
my neck with a knife, I ask you this -
what would you have done? Not got
ten in the situation in the first place?
Well, good answer, but not good
enough. I was immature, naive and
scared. For all the times he had threat
ened to kill me, I thought about killing
him. If 1 had to kill him to save myself,
then there would have been one more
woman on trial for manslaughter!
Please print this letter. 1 think that
it is so important for everyone to real
ize that it is not just the weak who are
tormented by abuse. 1 am a senior
now, and I still have nightmares for
time to time. It has been four years.
Anyone abused, physically or emotion
ally, is a survivor, not a victim. Society
should not treat those women strong
enough to defend themselves as crimi
nals, but heroes.
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lead, sight coordinators, and a press
Jackson ran the office for the lead
advance staff and coordinated the vol
unteers. “I had to get secret service
clearance to perform my duties,” said
Her duties included helping with
the press at the airport, collecting vans
for the motorcade, and finding hous
ing and food for the marines who drive
the motorcade vehicles.
“Some of it was quite mundane,
and some of it was unusual,” said Jack-
Jackson stayed in Beaufort with her
Mends’ parents. Colonel and Mrs. Dicas
while she worked for the project.
“The phone rang at 1:23 a.m. the
morning of New Year’s Eve, and David
Katz from the motorcade said the presi
dent was arriving five hours early, so 1
needed to be there at 7 a.m.,” said
The president was supposed to fly
into Beaufort on Air Force 1 and then
take the Hilton Head helicopter to the
Jackson spent four hours waiting
for the president to arrive at the air
port, but the weather became increas
ingly bad, and the president drove to
Hilton Head and did not even come to
the airport, she said.
“There was a limo, a mobile com
munications unit, a SWAT team, lots of
press, and dozens of state troopers,
local police, and secret service men
waiting at the airport,” said Jackson.
“The number of people there simply to
allow him to land was phenomenal.”
Saturday night the president at
tended sessions and a dinner dance,
said Jackson. On Sunday the weather
improved so much that he played eigh
teen holes of golf instead of nine, so he
arrived at the airport at 4 p.m. Jackson
had been waiting at the airport since
“1 had to wear a beeper at the
airport. Every time that thing vibrated,
1 knew the president was going to be
more delayed,” said Jackson.
While she was waiting, Jackson got
to talk to the secret service agents.
“They were pretty cute,” she said.
“'hiey did not fit my Qint Eastwood
notion of the secret service men,” said
Jackson. She learned that the people
behind these positions are human and
have lots of interests.
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open their mind to be able come back
and attend college with a greater per
spective than the latest firat party.
Maybe it could even be an aspect to
your admissions to college. For ex
ample, you could write about what
you have learned and how you have
The way our education system is
set up is to provide a student with as
much knowledge one can manage to
absorb. We are not asked to think in
the classroom very often. One can do
frirly well with memorization and con
tent regurgitation. When 1 look at the
worid around us it seems so obvious.
'Hie majority of college graduates do
not end working up in their area of
study. Generation X is a result of the
twenty-something’s realization that we
do not want to live the 1980’s yuppie,
BMW, career-focused, burnt out lives
we have seen in our last decade. Every
thing reflects this. Being natural and
enjoying the pleasures of the beautiful
world which surrounds us are becom
ing more important than having a swim
ming pool in the backyard and aluxury
automobile in the driveway. Women
are less made up. Clothing is more
relaxed. M’TV is unplugged. Maybe
this is a message. Let’s get back to
what life is really about, back to basics.
Let’s not be forced to enter the factory
that is churning out disillusioned and
confused college graduates left and
leaving college. I know I am ready to
leave but I also know that 1 don’t know
what I want 1 do. And guess what? 1
don’t have to know. I just have to
know who 1 am and not lose sight of
what life is all about.
Meredith's Granddaughter's Chib fall semester update:
• Helped pack up tl^e dolls for the installation of new carpet in Johnson Hall
• Ate and held arclub meeting at Side Street Cafe
• Helped with Open Day and Phon-a-thon
• Visited Meredith's archives to explore Meredith’s collection of history
-Vice president Rhonda Johnson
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