opinion • ..., ...... , . .. ....:. Jets . ~. .:,. • ... . . .. , ~ • T ......._, ~.. ~ .. . .. 4 ~ .. ..., ..-- . . by Pastor Ray Sines „ Collegian 'Staff Writer $ - What is your goal? Did you • know that nearly 90 percent of col- Pastor Ray lege freshmen in our nation have anything else in my life? no idea what they want to do in When you can sincerely answer life? The numbers are not much this question without doubt, then, lower for sophomores and juniors write your answer down and look either. Why? at it. This should be your goal in Most students, as a whole, have life. If you will value this goal no idea what they would like to ac- above all else, you will find complish in life. This even bears yourself doing what ever you have record by how often a student will to do to reach it. change his/her major or enter the As you begin to work toward drop-add line. • your goal things will begin to fall in I remember, as an eight-year-old place and the anxieties of not child, one day I wanted to be a knowing what to do will begin to fireman, the next day a doctor, two vanish. New anxieties will develop, weeks later a fire chief, and even a but they will be welcomed and bit later a carpenter. I probably become challenging. never spent more than two minutes To answer this most important thinking about any profession in question will require much more particular. One day it seemed more thought then choosing a major, but prestigious to be a fireman, you will find, after answering it, another day a doctor. your major(s), minor(s), and Why is it so hard for an in- everything else that you will need to dividual to decide what HE succeed will become much clearer. WOULD LIKE TO DO? Is it Don't put it off until tomorrow, perhaps because others have tried next week or next month. Do it to act the role and failed or is it now! You'll be glad that you did! because of a personal "learned Don't let yourself get boxed into disability" of your own? Then, some other profession simply again, it may be that you don't because of your existing finances, think that you could qualify for environment, education or apathy. certain vocations. Well, let me give God willing, you can be what you you a clue. want to be and you can do what Ask yourself this very important you want to do. Just do it! question: If money, environment, Apathy reeks. Take the time or intelligence were not a variable,. right now and make a commitment what would I like to do more than to yoursef. MIJSIC REVIEW ...{ - .... . . , .., •.- • . I Bob Geldof _ finds himself -'.. .• " -.....-. . - --. •-•-: • • •• . .... , Deep in .. ... . . 4 the heart . ~ .. •.. .........._ of Nowhere ....: .. .. by Paul Miniger Collegian Staff Writer Bob Geldof ful and upbeat that they too will soon be hits. These songs resemble Nobel Peace prize runner-up, older Booomtown Rats music more Bob Geldof, has found time away than any other track on the album. from his Band-Aid efforts to make "The Beat of the Night" is a a new album. "Deep in the Heart haunting song about an inter-racial of Nowhere" is a collection of murder which occurs in a London songs written and sung by ex- flat. Through Geldof's narrative Boomtown Rat, Bob Geldof. Arid and his use of dramatic imagery, even without the Rats, "Deep in one can almost witness the events the Heart of Nowhere" overflows of the crime as they occur. Unfor with creative talent. Dave Stewart, tunately, the first time you'll get to Allison Moyet, Brian Setzer and heat "The Beat of the Night" will Eric Clapton are among the twen- probably be during an episode of tythree players on the album. "Miami Vice." And with that many names, "August was a Heavy Month" there's bound to be a hit. "This is will probably never be as popular the World Calling" is probably the as "This is the World Calling," yet most popular song off the album. it is one of the better songs on the It ironically combines the lyrics of album. In fact, there is hardly a a man who's lost hope with a sweet bad song on "Deep in the Heart of lullaby. Consequently, its grief Nowhere." With the exception of struck lyrics ring familiar with "When I Was Young" and "I Cry Geldof's last hit "I Don't Like Too" which are a little too sen- Mondays." timental to be taken seriously. Two other songs, "In the Pour- Well, what can you expect from so ing Rain" and "Love Like a meone who loses the Nobel Prize to Rocket" are so much more power- Winnie Mandella. 1 . ' 40 o r , ,1, , - . f /0, (i; \ i - jj ---------____ s , , , , L f i ---------------„_ CZ -- ---- 1: „r ,)( ..----,--- r r (7(cr. ( • - -- - - 'S:k• AS` e . -",": fr.• 0 , ° ff. -......... k ,&i. • - piER *REV'S" Editorial Policy The Behrend Collegian's editorial opinion is determined by the Editor, with the Editor holding final responsibility. Opinions ex pressed on the editorial pages are not necessarily those of The Behrend Collegian, The Behrend College, or The Pennsylvania State University. Brown-Thompson Newspapers, the publishers of The Behrend Collegian , is a separate corporate institution from Penn State. Letters Policy: The Behrend Collegian encourages comments on news coverage, editorial policy and University affairs. Letters should be typewritten, double-spaced, signed by no more than two people, and not longer than 400 words. Students' letters should include the semester and major of the writer. Letters from alumni should include the major and year of graduation of the writer. All writers should provide their address and phone number for verification of the letter. The Collegian reserves the right to edit letters for length, and to re ject letters if they are libelous or do not conform to standards of good taste. Postal Information: The Behrend Collegian (898-6221) is published fourteen times annually (seven times during each academic semester at The Behrend College) by the students of The Behrend College; The Reed Union Building, Station Road, Erie, PA 16563. Stream of Consciousness I hold a wonderful memory from my early childhood. A memory of a time when I was young and contentedly unaware of something my parents called reality. They would bring up this word "reality" most often times on Saturday mornings, while I was watching cartoons. What did "reality" mean to a six year old Paul Sarkis? . . . not too much. Nevertheless, as I Would sit there eating my Frosted Flakes two feet in front of the set, my mom would sit down beside me and smile and say, "Now Paulie, you know that's not reality, don't you?" I would nod slowly and eat some more Frosted Flakes and spill some milk on the dog whil my eyes remain ed transfixed on the screen. I always wondered why my mom asked me that question. I guess moms want to make sure that their kids aren't getting ideas about going outside and hunting road-runners, armed only with products from the ACME corporation. I may have been six years old, but I had a pretty good feeling if you got run over by a steamroller, you didn't just get really thin. My father first introduced me to reality one Saturday morning by walk ing over to the television and switching from cartoons to the news. "Now that's reality! " he said. I looked at him, then looked at the screen and ate some Frosted Flakes. "Reality is boring." I thought to myself. So much for Reality 101. My next lesson in reality would occur a few years later, as I finished grade school. At the time, I firmly believed that six years costituted a Letter to the editor Priorities of 'Greek Life' under fire Recently, as I've been walking through the Reed Building and the dorms, I've noticed several signs making various promises of lifelong friendship, excitement, and a sense of belonging. These signs have been posted by the local and national fraternities and sororities on campus. I have to chuckle whenever I see one, because after being a Sister in Sigma Theta Chi for a semester, I found no such fulfillment of these promises. First of all, these plaguesome posters are constantly pestering students to rush their particular faction. However, one must bear in mind that not everyone will be deemed "worthy" to' pledge. Many will be rejected for no apparent reason. Those that do get accepted and become pledges will endure a trial of hazing and humiliation for an entire semester. As a result of the time spent at line-ups and other various pledge chores, many ex- Letters to the editor intended for publication in the next issue of the Collegian should be submitted by Feb. 18th at 5:00 p.m. `Bury the Dead' in an avalanche of success by Susanna Jalosky Collegian Theatre Correspondent The scenery for "Bury The Dead" was simply constructed; however, it remained very effective in creating impressions necessary to absorb the important message that it offers. The simple "T"-like construc tion of planks set the stage for most of the battlefield scenes. A plat form was constructed against the north wall containing a pit which served as the graves dug by an army burial detail_ Protruding from the platform were stairs and a short runway. On either side of this run way hung two small ceiling lamps. These two areas set the stage for scenes from the General's office and Editor's office. The lighting played a tremen dous role in this one-act produc tion. With each mood or moment, lighting served as the transition and attention grabber. This is a story of six dead soldiers defiantly rising up and refusing to be buried. The story is shocking, unrealistic, controver sial, moving. Their message is a cry for help and a need for peace. The ensemble of actors in this production is to be commended. Overlapping roles made it more difficult to develop characters; however, the play was no less effec tive. Unlike "Two By Two," where each developing personality con veyed the story,"Bury The Dead" relied on theme, emotion and the words of concern from the corpses to convey its message. A series of heart-wrenching scenes between the Just say 'no' to reality By Paul Sarkis Collegian Staff Writer perience a significant drop in their GPA. On top of that, pledges are charged a fee for this "privilege" of belonging. Once a pledge becomes a full fledged member of one of these in stitutions, he or she can expect a loss if his or her own individual identity. New members quickly adopt, the values, attitudes, and 'Prejudices of their fraternity or sorority. They'll be perfectly at home if school, morals,• family, and friends (who don't charge for their company) are no longer of any importance. Members tend to cut themselves off from other clubs and organizations designed to develop skills, contribute to socie ty, and prepare its members for the future. I've seen very little of that from the sororities and fraternities on campus. In fact, these oganiza tions tend to exclude themselves and avoid socializing with non members on campus. While I was a sister, I was merely exposed to a corpses and loved ones proved to be the climax. These dead soldiers represented what might happen if soldiers killed on a battlefield could rise up and express their feelings about their own death. The soldiers, all of different ages and backgrounds, had their reasons for refusal. Their reasons were sincere in their intent. • One man felt the war was unfair and unfeeling. Men's lives were traded for a portion of ground under their feet. One man felt he hadn't before understood the cause for which he was fighting, and now he had something to say about it. Other men felt that although their lives satisfactory education, and I felt that junior high school would prove to be redundant. My parents, however, did not share my opinion and in sisted that I continue my education. In response to my objections they would say "Well, that's reality." I concluded that reality meant doing things that you didn't want to do. This "reality" stuff didn't sit well with me. One night my mom scolded me for trying to sneak some cookies before dinner. "You eat your dinner first, then you can have a cookie, that's reality! " she explained. "No it's not," I said. "I've sneaked cookies plenty of times before dinner! " I affirmed gleefully. Mother was less than amused. So much for my first argumentative thesis on reality. I'm an adult now . . . a graduate of the school of reality. Every now and again, though, I'll sneak away from reality for a while. I'll wake up early on a Saturday moning, while the rest of the dorm sleeps off Friday night, sit myself in the TV room with a bowl of Frosted Flakes and watch the Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. There exists within the television a wonderful world where a Coyote can go skiing in the desert by strapping an ACME crushed ice machine to his back. A world where you can fall off a cliff and the only injury you sustain is the temporary annoyance of hav ing your body resemble an accordian. Some people might find this immature . . . almost as immature as my editor chasing me around the dark halls of Perry spraying me with shaving cream. But no matter how we do it, we all must escape from reality every now and then. So go watch some cartoons, or fill you roommate's pillow with Redi-whip and just say no to reality. world revolving around beer and parties. Many members begin to lose sight of their real goals in life and their purpose of paying thousands of dollars to Penn State -to achieve an education. They're too worried about what they'll wear to the next "social gathering." I always thonght it rather ironic the way these organizations sport the phrase "Greek life." I'm really curious as to what that means, especially since Greek colleges have no fraternities or sororities. In fact, while I was living in Europe, a Greek college friend once asked why American university students walk around wearing Greek letters on their backs. My own conflicts arose within Sigma Theta Chi because I was not willing to sacrifice my grades in order to play silly games in the mid dle of the night outside in the cold. While I was a sister, I never felt quite comfortable ordering pledges Students line up outside the theatre, hoping to get a ticket. weren't elaborate and perfect they loved life and obtained a new ap preciation for their lives and their homes. Finally, a twenty- year old man stood. During a scene between him and his mother, she constantly asked to see her baby's face, which had been destroyed by shell fragments. He argued that it wasn't right for him to die. He hadn't really lived yet. All those years of preparing for life, and he'd never received the chance to experience it. He was a kid dressed in a uniform, told to play soldier and then killed on a battlefield. This had a tremendous effect on an audience primarily FEBRUARY 12,1987 Collegian PAGE 3 911 4 around. I'm not in the habit of treating my friends like slaves. It was made quite clear to me that I was no longer wanted around because I had other priorities, other friends, and other activities. I cannot stop anyone from pledging, but I would advise a potential rushee to be aware of what he really expects. If he's just looking for Companionship, that can be found anywhere—for free. There are numerous clubs on cam pus where one can meet others, achieve, and grow, without having to become one the dregs of society. Everyone should bear in mind their real intentions for attending college—for an education. by Michelle Grasmick Fourth Semester, Psychology oto by Wen consisting of college students. Sounds of sniffling and feelings of compassion filled the room. The audience walked away very rich. They posessed a new understanding, of an otherwise in tangible concept: war. In this great country of ours, we can stand up for our rights and what we believe. Dead or alive, these soldiers exercised that right, creating nothing less than a great impression. This production was impressive in many ways: the technical use of sound and lighting; the conveyance of a message of what war is about; and the impres sion their words left on our hearts.
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