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The Hilltop of Mars Hill College
Tuesday, April 12, 1994
POLICY
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Amy Webb’s
Spider’s Webb
Wishing”
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be grown up. Now that
I am a grown-up, I wish I was little.
I though that things would be great as a grown-up. I could
do what I wanted and go where I wanted.
I was so wrong. I should have never wished that carefree
time of my life away.
As I got older, I realized that things weren’t so simple. I
had responsibilities that didn’t exist before.
Growing up was harder that I thought.
People expect things from you, and you begin to set
guidelines for yourself. Even though you have off days, you
can’t just give up or blow things off. You have to live up to
certain obligations.
You try to become a productive citizen in society, but then
wonder if it can really get better.
Then you have unpaid bills, going to school, pleasing your
parents, pleasing your friends, being happy, dating, ...should
I go on?
Iff could turn the clock back, would I do it all again? Yes,
but maybe a little slower.
Mike Wachtendorf’s
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Tuesday, April
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The night has descended as I write this. The sun went into
hiding a few horns ago. The air cooled quickly. It’s about 30
degrees now. Our campfire is large and hot. I can barely see
the paper I’m writing on.
One of those cold mountain streams (featiued in Schlitz
commercials of yesteryear) is flowing behind me. It was used
a while ago to wash my hands. I just convinced blood to
circulate through them again. The cold water made me numb.
I really shouldn’t be her tonight. Easter Sunday was
yesterday, classes resume tomorrow morning; I’ll be back at
school tomorrow night...
My parents were surprised Saturday night when I called
them from a filling station a block from our house in Marietta,
Ga. (With the time change, it was almost 1 o’clock in the
morning, and I didn’t want the folks to call the police thinking
they’d been invaded by a burglar.)
I soon found that my room had been rented out (the classic
college nightmare), but then Dad told me that my aunt, cousin,
and her daughter were visiting. “No problem,” I thought, “I’ll
just crash downstairs.”
I slept well that night. Lately, it has been hard getting
home much; just being there brought me great contentment.
I wished that I could stay longer.
Mom and I were both kind of sad when I left the house
this morning. She wished she had one more day to spend with
her baby. Her baby tried to make her feel better by promising
to return soon. She accepted this and let me leave.
As I departed, she stood in her robe under the framework
or our front door. I yelled, “I love you” and “Good-bye.” I
felt guilty for leaving her sad eyes as I drove up the street.
Nobody loves me quite as much as dear old Mom and Dad...
Sitting next to me is my good friend Little John. His dad
(Big John?) is on his left. Seated on the ground below him are
his three grandsons: Chris, Andy and TJ. The youngest boy,
TJ, is looking tired now. Litde John has been trying to trick
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him into going to bed, but clever TJ is not ready to give up
status as one of the big guys quite yet.
For now. Little John will continue to struggle agains'
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strong will of his fairly swift 5-year-old.
Without a T.V. or radio, we’ve taken on the responsiu
of providing our own entertainment for the evening.
spent at least an hour discussing the young couple on
adjacent campsite. ,
They have sort of a “Granola” (just add chocolate c ^
for a great snack) look to them: back to nature, back W
60s, back to a time when nobody knew nuthin’ about
no babies.
We don’t mind this quality at all. The weird thing u'
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The girl asked us earlier how to spot poison oak.
wouldn’t be so odd an inquisition if her boyfriend .
already covered with it. The white stuff masking his
skin makes him look quite ghoulish.
His ^Ifriend has made a few other trips over W
campsite. She offered to buy some of our firewood
broke one of our axes already, so we let her have a coup
pieces. p
We pity the poor girl as she stands there shaking ^^^^'
obvious that she shouldn’t be snuggling with “ghost
tonight. Oh, well, one cold night won’t kill them.
It has been dark for several hours. All three boys huv®
gone to bed. We sit here candidly discussing our
convictions, our dreams, our memories. Most of tu
about dreams comes from where I’m sitting. Gazing u>
far-off skies, things seem a lot clearer now. .
I’m glad I’m here with Litde John and his dad enjoy™
peace, enjoying this life. I hope tomorrow won’t let us
Erik Barlik
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The Bonners Go To Boston
By Candice Bryant
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Hilltop Staff Writer
Spring break for several Bonner Scholars was spent far
away from the surf and sand of a typical Florida spring break.
On Friday, March 18, twenty-three Boston-bound
Bonners set out for their newest adventure m New England.
After a seven-hour drive, they spent the night in Virginia, then
headed on to Boston the next day.
After an afternoon of touring Boston, eight of the Bonners
left for Fall River, Mass. This group worked at Bishop
Connelly High School, tutoring students who needed help in
specific areas. Doing different activities in the classroom, the
Bonners specifically talked to the students about the college
experience. There was also an aucdon to assist in, where
funds for the school were raised. The Fall River group stayed
with rangers who had previously worked on a Rocky
Mountain Experience trip.
Chris Fox enjoyed F^ River, saying, “I thought the trip
was worthwhile because I had the opportunity to see
extraordinary places and wonderful people.”
The other 13 Bonners remained in Boston. They helped
with mainten2mce at Metropolitan Baptist Church and
worked at two different homeless shelters (St. Francis and
Hailey House).
At the shelters, the Bonners said they encountered people
of what seemed another world. One scholar commented.
“Working with the homeless really opened my eyes. I took so
many things for granted until I saw all those people who didn’t
even have faith in themselves. A simple ’Hi, how are you?’
made their day.”
The Boston team helped clean and paint the church. It
was hard work, but most enjoyed it. “My reward will come
one day. It has been worth it,” smiled one Bonner.
Although the Bonners worked a lot, they were able to play,
too. The Fall River group visited mansions, a beach in Rhode
Island, and went back to Boston one evening.
The Boston group was free to go into the city each night
after work. Some took advantage of the many places to see
and things to do, including the Hard Rock Cafe, Boston
Harbor, Bunker Hill, and Harvard.
When it was time to come back to Mars Hill, the Bonners
took a detour to New York City to see such sights as the
World Trade Center, the Statue of Liberty, and the Empire
State Building.
Dragan Djukic summed the trip up by saying, “We helped
underprivileged people in different ways, met new people and
strengthened friendships between ourselves. Some people
realized the ’other side of life.’ I hope we made some
difference in somebody’s life.”
The only complaint about the trip was that of the long van
ride.
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Patrick Nelson
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