Pag* 2 - Th* Highacres Cellegian, Feb. 6, 1975 THE TAMAQUA CONNECTION By Denald R. Serfass (Editor's Rote: This feature was written by a former dorm now a commuter.) Living in a college dorm naturally has its drawbacks, but nothing can compare to the pain and mental anguish exper ienced by the commuter. After reading the rules and regulations} paying to re gister Ms car, and signing his life away, the "fun" begins. The student is now a bona-fide commuter. The first few weeks don’t seem too bad as he gradually accustoms himself to the pace. To do this, he learns Ms sche dule, which is the most impor tant thing for a commuter to do. BOARD OF DIRECTORS Donna Baver.••.Editor-in-Chief Christie Tito. Executive Editor Donald Serf ass.. Managing Editor Doreen Mayo.. Production Manager Dr. Michael;Santulli•..Facul ty Advisor STAFF News: D. Serfass, Editor, D. Baver, J. Gormley, M. Hydock, B. Mace, D. Mayo, C. Tito, D. Tost. Feature: D. Serfass, The Stu dent Union Board, Everitt Binns, Carl Frenkel. Advertising: D. Baver. Sports: D. Mayo, M. Hydock. Composition: D. Mayo, D. Baver, C. Tito. The COLLEGIAN is located in the Publications office in the Commons Game Room. The COLLEGIAN is a member of the Press Associaion of Common wealth Campuses. Telephone number - 454-6551* He realizes that the drive to school takes about twenty-five minutes using the fastest route interstate 81. So in order to be at Highacres in time for Ms first period class, wMch is at 8 a.m., he must leave by 7*50 at the latest. That means he must be out of his warm bed by 6:00 or 6:15. Now he begins to wonder if college, or anything else, is worth it. For since, nothing on God's earth justifies waking up at such a ridiculous time! Well, a little less night life would not be too much to forfeit, after all, college is a priority? but then, so is night life. Somehow or other, the com muter adjusts to Ms new time schedule— perhaps reluctantly, but at least he adjusts. Every thing is going swell. Then one morning he a- wakes, peers out the window, and discovers that 72.5 billion snow flakes are covering the road, the trees, and most of all, the oar, the all-important, college registered car! In commuter language, that means at least an hour of warming up, ahovel ! ing, scraping, and defrosting. So even before he gets a chance to scream "Dogammit," he has a migraine. After a seemingly-unneces*- sary hour of digging out the poor, entombed puddle-jumper, the commuter is ready to com mute, providing, of course, the battery is not dead from that notorious murderer, Mr. Freeze. To start, it takes him twenty minutes to slide through the snowy roads of Tamaqua. He then recites a quick "Our Father" in order to safely put ter up the Hometown Hill. A bit later he asks God to once again give him the perseverance to climb the fantastic one-mile Mil at Ginthers. So far, so good. As he approaches the en trance to Interstate 81, he must make a fast decision. Should he go through McAdoo, Hazleton, and West Hazleton, where it would be safer but considerably longer, or should he try to make it on 81, wMch is fast, but desolate and probably snowdrif ted. A quick glance at his watch shows him that he has al ready missed his first two class es, so the commuter goes for broke and enters the ramp for 81, Never-Never Land. To his surprise, he dis covers that 81 is mostly melted and slushy. TMs means he can go like hell to atone for lost time. But up ahead ha spots the sign for the Schuykill and Lu zerne County Line, Now he must slow down because this is where the state cops always ambush unsuspecting speeders. As he shrewdly slows and passes over the county line, the commuter starts to wonder why he decided against attending the Schuylkill Campus, which is not only in Ms own county, but a bit closer and more convenient, too. After racing past trucks like Mario Andretti, the com muter miraculously arrives at snowy Highacres about noon. He parks and begins crawling up Misty Mountain. As always, he gets to the top completely ex hausted and feeling as though he should plant an American flag signifying that a humah being has finally reached the Classroom Building, As he passes the second floor bulletin board, he no tices a sign explaining' that the prof could not make it to school from Hazleton (yes, that's right, from Hazleton) due to the inclement weather, so class has been cancelled! Turning to leave the build ing, he hears two girls cursing madly because they had walked from the dorm all the way up the Mil for tMs same class. The now-frustrated stu dent heads down the hill to Ms car. He spies sons more dark snow clouds quietly drifting over the mountain. It's snowing again. Letters to the Editors are both welcome and in vited. Any student or faculty member who feels that he has something he wants to say, should not waste time only thinking about it, but should write it down and print it here in the COLLEGIAN, where everyone will be sure to see it. Letters can be submit ted to the COLLEGIAN office in the basement of the Commons. The letters should be typed and signed.
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