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New Semester
rings Many Changes
By Michele E. Hart Editor-in-Chief
The beginning of each semester has always been
a strange time for me. I don't know if I should be
depressed about the end of break or excited about the
challenges and changes of the new semester. This
semester in particular is one that I don't know if I should
dread or be excited about. I'll have to wait and form an
opinion in a few weeks.
There are many new things at Capital College
this semester, including a new editor for the student
newspaper. I hope I can help the Capital Times to grow
while preserving the excellent reputation of the paper
under the leadership of Jan Travers. WNDR also has new
leadership at its helm. It is my sincere hope that they are
successful and can continue to give this campus a voice'
to listen to.
Student organizations are not the only entities
experiencing change this semester. Student Affairs has a
new director with excellent ideals for the department and
the campus as a whole. The ideal of a support group for
female students with special needs is also taking shape.
The student body is also changing as old friends
have graduated and new ones start their academic careers at
Penn State Harrisburg. Some classes are larger this
semester and the parking lot seems to have fewer open
spaces. .
Some changes, however, may not be for the
better. The prices for books are getting higher and higher
while the re-sale value is dropping lower and lower. The
plus/minus grading policy is fully in effect now and for
many of us we've discovered the frustration of having the
same grades we received two semesters ago not mean as
much. For some students the policy really has its merits,
but for others it makes the process of getting an education
more frustrating.
But, as they say--in each life some change must
fall. Here's hoping that this is a successful and enjoyable
semester for all of us.
Ca s ital Times
Editor-in-Chief Michele Hart
Photography Editor... Kyle Weaver
Graphic Artist Joe Kupec
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Staff: Kimberly Anastas, Cindi Greenawalt, C.W. Heiser, Denise Lasco, Bernie
Mixon, Kathleen Riley-King, Jan Travers, Andrea Willard
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What I got for Christmas
This is great. Another year underway
and another issue of the Capital Times.
For me that means, of course, another
opportunity to write about things that
no one has any interest in. Things in
which I don't even have any interest.
But, I write about them because I can't
believe anyone would print them and it's
kind of a chanilenge for me to explore
that line that I probably shouldn't cross.
I know that I probably will if I find it.
Anyway, my mindless topic for this
issue is "What I got for Christmas this
year." This is an especially wonderful
topic for me to write about now since
today is Dec. 19, 1987. It is only
through the lightening magic of the
print media that you are able to enjoy
this in January. So I'm writing this the
week before Christmas, and it's mostly
lies. And now, without further delay
What I got for
Christmas By Me
This was a special Christmas
for me. I got all the stuff I ever wanted,
but never seemed to get. Well, except
for the fire truck I got when I was seven.
But, then one night I took it to bed with
me and it disappeared and I never saw it
again.. No one bas ever fessed up either.
It was great--it really squirted and
everything. Anyway, I didn't get one of
those. I also didn't get any gold. I
wanted gold, so I guess I didn't get
eveything I wanted. But I did get some
frankincense and myrrh. Okay, I'm
lying. But, haven't you always
wondered what frankincense and myrrh
are?. I never knew either. I also wonder
what curds and whey are, but I'm sure
they must be disgusting so let's forget
them an look up the "f' word and the
"m" word in the dictionary (which I also
didn't get for Christmas).
The first meeting of the Capital
Times Staff will be----
Friday, January 15, 1988 at 1:15
pm.
All returning staff members are encouraged to
attend and all those interested in joining the staff
are cordially invited.
If you cannot attend the meeting please stop by the
office to
pick up story assignments!!
By Mark Keisling
Okay, Webster says that
frankincense is :"A gum resin obtained
from various Arabian and North East
African trees. And myrrh, it turns out is
: "A fragrant, bitter-tasting gum resin
exuded from any of several plants of
Arabia and East Africa." Bov. I'm clad I
didn't really get any of that stuff. I can't
believe wise men would really give that
kind of thing to a baby. Ralph Nader
would disapprove. I can imagine the
commercials--" Who wants gum resin?"
"I do, I do."
Okay, so what did I really get.
Nothing but a dumb old pair of bowling
cleats. See, every year my Aunt Ruth
gives me bowling equipment. You
know, last year it was a bowling shirt
that said "Moose" (that's my nickname
when I bowl--my nom de bowl, as it
were). And the year before that it was a
bag to carry the bowling ball she gave
me three years ago. Anyway, this year
it was a pair of bowling cleats. Now,
you've got to understand that bowling is
my life. I sometimes bowl, oh, I don't
know, maybe three, four hundred times a
day. So I'm at the lanes a, lot.
Truthfully, though, I've never seen
anyone wear cleats to bowl. I'm afraid
they might really be golf shoes. Well,
one of us is confused. I guess she must
not be from Jersey.
I also got a can of canned fruit
( what other kind of fruit can you get in
a can?). It was bartlett pear halves. The
can said that they were in "their own
syrup." Now, I'm no pear, but I think
drat the' can should say that the pear
halves are "in each other's syrup." Who
knows? It was a crummy Christmas
anyway.