Army
By Linda Begin
Co-Editor
On Thursday, September 14, Captain
Goodwin, 116 students, Dean McCallus,
Assistant Dean Binns, Mr. Cerula, and Mr.
Lenhart got “high” on the soccer field —
with the help of a couple of “Hueys”.
The Hueys, for those of you who missed
this momentus event, were, two army
helicopters that Capt. Goodwin has
requested be sent up from Fort Meade,
Maryland to allow ROTC students a bird’s
eye view of Highacres and the surrounding
area.
It took seventeen separate lifts to give
everyone a chance to “taste the high life”
but those who were left behind time after
time agreed that it was well worth the wait
when their turn finally came.
The helicopters arrived, right on time, at
11:45 with the aid of two-way radios and
smoke grenades. The grenades were used
to help pinpoint the landing site for the
pilots.
One of the helicopters was dispatched
from Fort Meade’s active duty unit and
was a glossy “Army-green” color while
the other was a dull, olive-drab color
typical of the reserve corp. unit from
which it was dispatched. Each Huey
contained a three-man crew consisting of a
pilot, a co-pilot, and a crew director. (The
reserve unit Huey was “manned” by a
female crew director.) Although
helicopters seem to travel at low speeds,
these Hueys crilise at 120 knots which is
roughly 140 mph.
Executive officer (Sophmore) Becky
Magill coordinated the air lifts, making
sure that each lift carried no more than
seven passengers, the maximum
allowable number of passengers under the
weather conditions that existed on that
cool, over-cast day. She also made sure the
crew members got a good lunch before
taking to the air.
Everyone enjoyed the ride and no
casualties were reported. Besides having
fun, the Sophmores got a chance to
carefully survey Highacres’ contours and
landscaping, which fits right into their
Army 201—Map Reading course.
Helicopters rides aren’t the only Army
experience planned for this year’s cadets.
Capt. Goodwin has also arranged for an
orienteering experience on October 28 at
the Indiantown Gap and the Ranger Swim
Test which is to be held Spring term in the
Highacres natatorium.
You and Me
Two of a kind,
Laughing,.hurting, crying, wanting
Never admitting that we really feel love
for each other, for that would change
things.
Slow down and look at us.
What’s the world coming to, if we can’t
be the kind of people we want to be?
What’s the use, if we are never allowed
to love each other freely and fully?
The door was once open between us for
such beautiful times, memorable times,
the craziest and the goofiest of times.
Now with my arms open to you,
I’m not so sure you’ll ever let me hold
you again.
Have you closed the door in my face?
Why do you keep calling my name and
staying where you are?
Why do you leave me standing here
waiting?
I won’t wait forever.
I won’t allow myself to hope for
something never to be again.
The door is just wood.'But it’s cold. I
can’t open it because it’s locked from the
inside.
Now all I need is the strength to turn my
back to that door and walk away.
But I keep searching for the pin
Collegian Personality
By Linda Begin
Collegian Co-Editor
NOTE: Although Igor is, without question,
one of the oldest members of the Student
Union Board of Highacres he was not
always in favor of such “frivolous student
organizations” as he sometimes refers to
any club or organization that is main
tained to encourage students to enjoy their
campus to its fullest extent.
You see, Igor still believes that the
terms “Fun” and “college” have nq
business being considered singley.
However, in recent years he has become
increasingly active as an S.U.B.
bodyguard for the equipment which is
located in a storage area on the lower level
of the Highacres Commons building known
affectionately as the “Rock Room”.
Igor, why don’t you just tell as in your
own words your story?
“Yeah, ah, groovy, uh, right—my own
words,” (Igor spends a good deal of his
time stoned). “Well, it sort of happened
like this:” (The following is translated as
closely as possible from his rambling
recollections).
Back when Highacres campus was no
more than a rumor, I decided I wanted a
higher education, and since Mount St.
Mary turned me down, I decided to come
to Hazleton to get in on the “ground floor”
so to speak. I wanted to make sure I’d be
right in the center of things when they
started to happen so I planted myself here.
The rest is history.
I picked the most beautiful spot I could
find, close to the main house (Igor means
the Administration building). I was sure
that it would be a perfect place for a
library; scenic, tranquil...but then they
made a terrible mistake! They decided to
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put a building up that would be used for the
students to meet in, talk, laugh, and do fun
things in! I shuddered at the thought—Fun
at a University?! Who would have believed
, it? I had to do something, but I wasn’t sure
what it should be. Then it hit me—
literally! Sledgehammers, dynamite, they
tried them all. It was then I realized that I
was staging a sit-in! (Igor can be pretty
dense at times!) As it turns out, a rather
successful one at that! I was the cause of
quite a problem on the campus. But,
somehow I blew it! “I should have been a
bit boulder.” (SOrry folks, he made me
take that as a direct quote!)...as it was, I
had gathered a bit too much moss and one
morning I awoke to find that they had built
walls around me. I thought they were
going to pay homage to me for pointing out
to them the error of their ways. It was not
until they put the cement slab over me that
I realized that they were locking me away
as a dissenter!
But they’ll see! Someday they’ll realize
they made a mistake. A college is no place
to have a building where one can go to
relax after a test, grab a fast bite, or watch
their favorite soap operas; a college is a
place where you should study and work
hard and listen to learned people, not
peers. They just don’t seem to understand,
I’ve been around a lot longer than any of
them have and I know the hard facts . . .
Someday they’ll apologize and I’ll get the
recognition I deserve. . . Maybe they’ll do
a granite bust in me . ..
At this point, Igor began to mumble
unintelligibly through the concrete wall
that was separating us. I was slightly
disappointed yet quite relieved that he was
in there and I’m out here.
Drawing done by Bob Geffert