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Editorial
Good-bye, Mars Hill!
Second Opinion
For the composition of the last
newspaper column of my college
career, I had hoped to come up
with something profound, some
thing hysterical, or just some
thing that would let me out with
a bang. Alas, profundities are
hard to come by, especially when
one has a forty to sixty page
paper due next Tuesday. What
surprises me is that I am left
with regrets.
I sort of regret not being more
original at times. The title for
this piece was taken directly
from the movie Good Morning,
Vietnam! . That probably was not
the only time, either. Lies (as
well as the odd plagiarism) have
flowed from my pen, often to the
consternation of various people
on campus. These were not
deliberate, vicious occurren
ces, but evenly divided between
inadvertent mishaps and
deliberate twists of familiar
phrases.
Another regret could be called
"columns that were never writ
ten ." Foremost among these would
be the promised column on sex,
peer pressure and Mars Hill Col
lege; the idea from this came
from an SGA official who
received advertisements from
companies who wanted the SGA to
put coin-operated, ah, family
planning centers in rest rooms
around campus. I was going to do
an interview and publish an ex
cerpt from such an ad, but after
this official and I discussed
it, no more ads arrived in the
mail. Alas.
Of course, regrets are not all
that I am left with. Looking for
ward to the future has always
been a favorite pastime, and now
the future is almost at hand. Im
agine that first high school
class reunion, where someone
will be bragging about how
everyone else wasted four years
in college while he or she went
into business and is now a cor
porate vice-president with a
six-digit salary. Imagine that
first job — one that doesn't
have any vacation time analogous
to Spring Break, but does have
something comparable to large
term papers. Imagine, come to
think of it, that first ulcer.
b\- Craig Cox
Columnist
Imagine getting past all of
these obstacles, and actually
becoming financially secure, or
even well off. You will be able
to tell when this has happened,
because Mars Hill will call you
and tell you it has happened —
and then ask you to share the
wealth. Those of you who par
ticipated in the phone-a-thon,
remember this when you suddenly
get put on the other end of the
line.
Graduation Itself promises to
be entertaining. I have never
understood how it was that com
mencement and exams both got put
squarely in the middle of my al
lergy season. This leaves me two
intriguing options for my state
of health when I accept my blank
sheet (in place of the diploma
that I'm shooting for in early
August). First, I can go up on
stage propelled by my own
sneezes, with eyes looking like
I've been crying over the sound
of "Pomp and Circumstance"; or
second, I can float onto the
stage with a normal respiratory
system, but slightly under the
influence of a strong antihis
tamine- This second option is
how I've handled past gradua
tions; it helps comprehension on
the speeches- The prospect of
putting on my best suit of
clothes, a robe over those, and
sitting inside an enclosed space
with about a thousand other warm
bodies, promises startling
weight loss potential. The
temptation to display my blank
sheepskin from the stage may be
too much to resist.
Graduating (for real) in
August is awkward on occasion.
Many people on campus, upon
learning that I plan to
graduate, immediately ask if I
have a job. For the record: not
yet. The job search will occupy
most of my free time (both hours
during the summer sessions^
Finally, it is perhaps con
venient that this is the end of
Second Opinion; the bottom of
the barrel (of ideas) has been
scraped quite clean. To the
graduating class, my congratula
tions and sincere wishes of good
luck; to underclassmen who are
returning: gee, I'm sorry!
The Hilltop would like to thank all of those who have contributed
to the production of the publication during the 1988-1989 academic
year. Special thanks are especially given to Dr. and Mrs. Fred Bentley
for their assistance above and beyond the call of duty. Anyone in
terested in working on the Hilltop next fall should contact Tammy
Condrey or myself. Thanks again and have a super summer!
Becky Horner
1988-89 Editor-in-Chief
Saturday, April 29,
Reel Talk
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Horror films have slacked off
in the past few years. Good hor
ror films are rare these days.
Even Stephen King has had his
hard times when it comes to
making his books into films.
"Carrie," "Salem's Lot," and
"Stand By Me," which was based
on a novella, seem to be the only
gems among the collection of the
mediocre ("Christine," "Cujo,"
and "Silver Bullet") and the
awful ( "Maximum Overdrive"). And
now, "Pet Sematary" joins the
ranks of the awful.
"Sematary" is about a doctor
who moves his wife and two
children from Chicago to a
quaint rural area complete with
the perfect house and a nice old
codger named Judd for a neigh
bor. Their house sits right off
a busy road that has a reputa
tion for killing pets. As a
tradition, the pets are buried
at a pet cemetery which is lo
cated (ta-da) near the house.
The film really doesn't really
center around the "Pet Sematary"
but rather what lies beyond the
cemetery; an Indian burial
ground (yet another great "In
dian burial ground" plot). When
the family cat is killed, Judd
takes the doctor to the burial
ground despite warnings given to
the doctor by a ghost. The cat
is buried and in the next sC
comes back to life. There
only minor side effects,
cat's eyes glow every no*'
then, and its appetite has
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B. Bentley will bring a few short
remarks towards the end of the
ceremony, a tradition during his
tenure as president.
Other activities during the
weekend include an art exhibit
by senior students, business
meetings by the trustees and ad
visors of the school/
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Graduate Banquet Saturday
ning and the Pops Concert ^
ward.
Additional information .1
graduation weekend events
obtained by calling the
of the Registrar, 689-H®^’
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Hilltop Staff
Editor-in-Chief Becky
Assistant Editor Craig
Sports Editor Stan Ton ^
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Staff Tammy Condrey, Duane Partin, Melanie Child^^
Lisa Edwards, Lisa Ramsey, Joanna Deato
Cartoonist Mike Housto.
Advisor John Camp*^^
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do not necessarily reflect those of the
administration, faculty or staff of the
college, nor do they necessarily reflect
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