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Creative
You're a Big Shot
on Campus
When...
By Michelle Carlin, Chontey
Copeland, Annia Diggs - West
You stop at the stop sign near the
Commons.
You fall down the hill on your
way to class.
You're a freshman and you enter
the wrong building for an
exam.
You put the wrong student number
on your psychology test.
You go to a football game in the
rain.
You drop your tray in the dining
hall.
Your stool falls from underneath
you in biology lab.
You buy the wrong scan-tron sheet
in the bookstore.
You drop your soap powder down
the stairs.
It's been three months and you
still don't know how to do your
wash.
You arrive to K-1 late.
If you still have your name tags
on your dorm room.
You live of-campus and you can
not find a ride to class.
The cops bust your party.
You go to the wrong house for a
party.
If you still go shopping at the
Laurel Mall.
Your a Big-Shot on campus if you
go to Penn State.
THE FAR SIDE By GARY LARSON
"You put the comics page in here.
You know he likes the editorials."
Seasons of Life
and Love
By Brian Stone
A deep, deathly darkness swells
from my soul
Black, breathless evening
Hard, harsh undertones of hatred
Cold, cruel, empty loneliness
Rolling storm clouds of suffering
Drop a cold
White
Blanket of pure snow
Upon my subconscious thoughts
And Dreams
Once pale blue skies
Shining sun, burning softly
Warm days put asunder
By dark death
How I long for those days
Green
Teaming with life
Youthful vitality
Bold, fresh blossoms blooming
Clear, babbling brooks
Incorrupted, guiltless innocence
Open eyed blindness
Simple, untainted happiness
Tranquil of thought
An age past now
It's all gone
All gone
A mammoth chasm
Once a peaceful valley
Full of life
White towers stretch to the sun
Closed eyes see its
They're gonna use your x-rays
for Dr. Frankel's Bi Sci textbook
THE FAR SIDE
By GARY LARSON
k (4(
"He's got one shot left. Murray
and then he's ours!"
acres
Red
Rays burning
A single perfect rose reaches its
zenith
Life wanes slowly
As the pale orange harvest moon
rises
Casting long stark shadows
Off all that has once lived
Leaves fallen upon brown grass
Golden years long past
Bells toll in distant white towers
Pealing harshly, calling my
name
Bereft of reason, am I sane?
Hallucinations of a black
cloaked figure
Blown towards me on warm
winds
Is it real?
There is no love here
Feeling so cold, body relaxing
Is that the sweet smell of fresh
baked bread?
Wet, Alone and
Breathless
By Brian Stone
Wet,
Beads of sweat form on my brow
Howling, nightmarish images
erupt from the bowls of my
subconscious
Shaking, quaking, wondering
where you are in the darkness
Am I alone?
Alone,
Such a cold feeling, such a cold
word
Running, crying, screaming for
you
I stumble in the dark
Hurt yet I continue
Staggering, falling once more
I hobble, crawl through an
unfamiliar void
In search of you
Breathless,
The cool night air burns my
overworked lungs
A hot breeze' urns through me as I
run once more
Gaining ground
I feel your presence near and it
spurs me on
I sense your proximity through
this insane, hellish haze
Just as I feel my goal is near
A hand grabs mine
Through the night
I shake awake
And find you holding me tight.
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December 1988
By Michelle Lester
Swaying with the winds of life
I find that I am just a young bud
Learning to bloom
I gaze enviously at the fully
blossomed
orchids
irises
roses
Why?
The rains have pelted and
injured them
The winds have tried their
strength
The animals have used them as
their prey
The weeds have surrounded and
stifled them...
And yet there is an
unexplainable
indescribable
undefinable
Beauty emitted from those
brilliant petals
For they have learned the
meaning of life;
What it is truly about...
And yet the
orchids
irises
roses
Triumphantly and with
dignity... bloom.