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EMPATH, MARCH 30. 1979 PAGE 7 CLUB NEWS S tu d e n t G o v e r n m e n t by Michael H. Schwartz The March 12 meeting o f the S.G.A. was one o f the longer and perhaps more beneficial meetings o f the semester. Head o f Records, Dr. Boyer, and Provost, Dr. Haymes were there on the request o f the S.G.A. to discuss and clarify problems and policy concerning advising and drop-add. All students know the horrors of drop-add; there are the overbearing advisors, the non-existent advisors, the misinformed advisors, the chase for that all-powerful signature and all just to drop a class. There were various complaints aired about the current drop-add system, especially the trouble students often have finding advisors. It also came up that many advisors are uninformed or misinformed about academic policy and drop-add. Dr. Haymes admitted that advisors do a poor job, but also stated that there is currently no sanctions against poor advisors. Dr. Haymes also said that the current system is designed to help students and th a t if it isn’t being helpful maybe it should change. He even brought out the possibility that it “may be that it is not needed.” There was much discussion of the way that the add period was ended during and after the snowstorm. Students complained about the add period ending without some classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays not having met at all. Dr. Boyer termed it simply as something unforeseen in all the snow confusion. As for solutions to the dilemma, Dr. Haymes first said there are no fast solutions to the problems. Cappy Ryan asked about having a period when teachers have to be there. Dr. Haymes said since there are no short-term sanctions against the faculty that this can’t be done. He did say, however, that there is a program starting where there will be a period teachers will be requested to be around to advise students. He also intends to circulate advisor evaluation forms and said he was willing to publish results. When asked about the fact th a t you need your advisor’s signature and therefore his approval for a course, he stated first that it is the students’ responsibility to get his own classes. He went on to say that if there is a course you want to take and your advisor says, “Come see me and we will make some arrangement.” He also invited any student with an advising or drop-add problem, to see him about it. His tone about the quality o f advising was very pessimistic stating that the advising was bad at every school he has worked at. When asked, “Do you think they should scrap it? ” , he said, “Possibly.” O u t d o o r C lu b by Bo Kibler After braving hostile E skimo seal spears on a bum lead, and three days of merciless dysentary caused by a bush-rat pie shared with a Tunesian sheepherder, our humble, overseas news correspondent finally tracked down Hal Christhilf, Nomadic President of the Outdoors Club, in a frontier outpost hidden deep in the mysterious Inner Congo. Low hung ceiling fans powered by two silver chained spider monkeys wafted the smell of Bombay Gin through the heat scortched air. Hal, as our report goes, was sitting under the attention of three native beauties who fanned and fed him with a devotion long lost by the ir American waitress counterparts. One can almost imagine the tense Stanley and Livingston d ram a being re c re a ted in th a t not-so-lone-ly African outpost; the eruption of cinamesque climax broiling to its modern day hilt as se a rch e r discovers the searched. Unfortunately, our correspondent was still having bowel problems and had to excuse himself from what could have been the big scene. Still! We received this Club News update by c a rrie r pigeon just yesterday: By request of Bob Shaw, the man in charge of the St. Mary’s Commission a t Chancellor’s Point, the Outdoor Club has moved the site of the ir organic garden from the North Field to the Point. Small groups from the club will be working in the gardens all week, and the club has volunteered to lend a hand picking up litter on the paths, along with other maintenance work in the are a. This, you may say, is a heckuva good reason for Bob Shaw to invite the club down, but it is not just a one sided deal. Chancellor’s Point offers an ideal water source where the North Field lacked one. In addition, the gardens will become p a rt of the tourist scene down a t the Point. A trip is tentatively being scheduled by the club to Cedarville, Md. for a weekend, and will probably get off when Hal’s big Ford gets fixed. Hal, who is back on campus, is doing his best to revive the car. We asked him whatever happened to our brave correspondent and we a re gleeful to h e a r he recovered from his dysentary, although somewhat hesitant to h ea r of a la st sighting in a native village with a pipeful of mohimbe bark bit in his teeth. It is a rough life for a news reporter. ^ s a s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s Q u o t a b le C o rn e r ‘Happiness is not a state to arrive at, but a manner Margaret Lee Rumbeck of traveling.” Literary Nook Spring Slow, breezy ease o f warm windlets pilging through the trees. Water rings waving and rolling into ripply expression o f sunlights’ golden image. Cool water reflections in the winter dampened mind. Piny woodland smells, and brackish laps o f fertile, sunkist optimism playing with life’s wispy shores, filling the dreamers cove. New words for old songs; a babe in arms, poking shiny’d marble eyes in fat faced awe; cotton momma and a warm, breasty cradel; unblinking, new born wonderment to the sky. New buds and old, waking dreams floating through blue, baby blue heaven. New plumed robins in song and fresh croaking echoes round the pond. White, softly clean bedsheets sailing o ff the line and big straw baskets heaped with little, blooming wildflowers. Children’s knee-scraped playtimes resounding in running skips and jumps; giddly laughter, splashing through the morning air. Big joys and little cares. Free floating fris-bees and cool, wet, afternoon wines in clinking, grassy tabled contentment. Soft, wind blown hair and lovers’ silent smiles beaming ear to ear, laughing aloud, wings to the air. Spring! Bo K ib le r Americans I have died in Viet Nam But I have walked the face of the moon. I have befouled the waters and tainted the a ir of a magnificent land But I have made it safe from disease. I have idled in stre e ts made ugly with traffic, But I have flown through the sky faste r than the sun. I have littered the land with garbabe But I have built upon it a hundred million homes. I have divided schools with my prejudice But I have sent arm ies to unite them. I have bea t down my enemies with clubs But I have built courtrooms to keep them free. I have built a bomb to destroy the world But I have used it to light a light. I have outraged my brothers in the alleys of the ghetto But I have tran sp lan ted a human hea rt. I have watched children sta rv e from my golden towers But I have fed half of the earth. I was raised in a grotesque slum But I am surfeited by the silver spoon of opulence. I scorn the ground I stand upon But I live in the g re a te s t country in the g re a te s t time in history. I am ashamed But I am proud I am an American. Midnight Flight Walk with me And I ’ll walk with you To a place known by many Yet touched by few. Is this place fa r away Can we find it by night, Shall we wait till the morning And be guided by the light? I would ra th e r leave now And escape while we can, F o r who knows what we’ll find Buried deep within the sands. I often wonder how Night turns into day. Yet I c a n ’t imagine why Life ends in such a way. Rusty Lucas Coming Up SG A Elections A p r il 2 5 - 2 7 Petitions will be available after Spring Break and due April 20 for the offices of: PRESIDENT, VICE-PRESIDENT SECRETARY .TREASURER upper class & lower class Caroline Dorchester Queen Anne Prince George 2 Commuters
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FullText | EMPATH, MARCH 30. 1979 PAGE 7 CLUB NEWS S tu d e n t G o v e r n m e n t by Michael H. Schwartz The March 12 meeting o f the S.G.A. was one o f the longer and perhaps more beneficial meetings o f the semester. Head o f Records, Dr. Boyer, and Provost, Dr. Haymes were there on the request o f the S.G.A. to discuss and clarify problems and policy concerning advising and drop-add. All students know the horrors of drop-add; there are the overbearing advisors, the non-existent advisors, the misinformed advisors, the chase for that all-powerful signature and all just to drop a class. There were various complaints aired about the current drop-add system, especially the trouble students often have finding advisors. It also came up that many advisors are uninformed or misinformed about academic policy and drop-add. Dr. Haymes admitted that advisors do a poor job, but also stated that there is currently no sanctions against poor advisors. Dr. Haymes also said that the current system is designed to help students and th a t if it isn’t being helpful maybe it should change. He even brought out the possibility that it “may be that it is not needed.” There was much discussion of the way that the add period was ended during and after the snowstorm. Students complained about the add period ending without some classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays not having met at all. Dr. Boyer termed it simply as something unforeseen in all the snow confusion. As for solutions to the dilemma, Dr. Haymes first said there are no fast solutions to the problems. Cappy Ryan asked about having a period when teachers have to be there. Dr. Haymes said since there are no short-term sanctions against the faculty that this can’t be done. He did say, however, that there is a program starting where there will be a period teachers will be requested to be around to advise students. He also intends to circulate advisor evaluation forms and said he was willing to publish results. When asked about the fact th a t you need your advisor’s signature and therefore his approval for a course, he stated first that it is the students’ responsibility to get his own classes. He went on to say that if there is a course you want to take and your advisor says, “Come see me and we will make some arrangement.” He also invited any student with an advising or drop-add problem, to see him about it. His tone about the quality o f advising was very pessimistic stating that the advising was bad at every school he has worked at. When asked, “Do you think they should scrap it? ” , he said, “Possibly.” O u t d o o r C lu b by Bo Kibler After braving hostile E skimo seal spears on a bum lead, and three days of merciless dysentary caused by a bush-rat pie shared with a Tunesian sheepherder, our humble, overseas news correspondent finally tracked down Hal Christhilf, Nomadic President of the Outdoors Club, in a frontier outpost hidden deep in the mysterious Inner Congo. Low hung ceiling fans powered by two silver chained spider monkeys wafted the smell of Bombay Gin through the heat scortched air. Hal, as our report goes, was sitting under the attention of three native beauties who fanned and fed him with a devotion long lost by the ir American waitress counterparts. One can almost imagine the tense Stanley and Livingston d ram a being re c re a ted in th a t not-so-lone-ly African outpost; the eruption of cinamesque climax broiling to its modern day hilt as se a rch e r discovers the searched. Unfortunately, our correspondent was still having bowel problems and had to excuse himself from what could have been the big scene. Still! We received this Club News update by c a rrie r pigeon just yesterday: By request of Bob Shaw, the man in charge of the St. Mary’s Commission a t Chancellor’s Point, the Outdoor Club has moved the site of the ir organic garden from the North Field to the Point. Small groups from the club will be working in the gardens all week, and the club has volunteered to lend a hand picking up litter on the paths, along with other maintenance work in the are a. This, you may say, is a heckuva good reason for Bob Shaw to invite the club down, but it is not just a one sided deal. Chancellor’s Point offers an ideal water source where the North Field lacked one. In addition, the gardens will become p a rt of the tourist scene down a t the Point. A trip is tentatively being scheduled by the club to Cedarville, Md. for a weekend, and will probably get off when Hal’s big Ford gets fixed. Hal, who is back on campus, is doing his best to revive the car. We asked him whatever happened to our brave correspondent and we a re gleeful to h e a r he recovered from his dysentary, although somewhat hesitant to h ea r of a la st sighting in a native village with a pipeful of mohimbe bark bit in his teeth. It is a rough life for a news reporter. ^ s a s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s Q u o t a b le C o rn e r ‘Happiness is not a state to arrive at, but a manner Margaret Lee Rumbeck of traveling.” Literary Nook Spring Slow, breezy ease o f warm windlets pilging through the trees. Water rings waving and rolling into ripply expression o f sunlights’ golden image. Cool water reflections in the winter dampened mind. Piny woodland smells, and brackish laps o f fertile, sunkist optimism playing with life’s wispy shores, filling the dreamers cove. New words for old songs; a babe in arms, poking shiny’d marble eyes in fat faced awe; cotton momma and a warm, breasty cradel; unblinking, new born wonderment to the sky. New buds and old, waking dreams floating through blue, baby blue heaven. New plumed robins in song and fresh croaking echoes round the pond. White, softly clean bedsheets sailing o ff the line and big straw baskets heaped with little, blooming wildflowers. Children’s knee-scraped playtimes resounding in running skips and jumps; giddly laughter, splashing through the morning air. Big joys and little cares. Free floating fris-bees and cool, wet, afternoon wines in clinking, grassy tabled contentment. Soft, wind blown hair and lovers’ silent smiles beaming ear to ear, laughing aloud, wings to the air. Spring! Bo K ib le r Americans I have died in Viet Nam But I have walked the face of the moon. I have befouled the waters and tainted the a ir of a magnificent land But I have made it safe from disease. I have idled in stre e ts made ugly with traffic, But I have flown through the sky faste r than the sun. I have littered the land with garbabe But I have built upon it a hundred million homes. I have divided schools with my prejudice But I have sent arm ies to unite them. I have bea t down my enemies with clubs But I have built courtrooms to keep them free. I have built a bomb to destroy the world But I have used it to light a light. I have outraged my brothers in the alleys of the ghetto But I have tran sp lan ted a human hea rt. I have watched children sta rv e from my golden towers But I have fed half of the earth. I was raised in a grotesque slum But I am surfeited by the silver spoon of opulence. I scorn the ground I stand upon But I live in the g re a te s t country in the g re a te s t time in history. I am ashamed But I am proud I am an American. Midnight Flight Walk with me And I ’ll walk with you To a place known by many Yet touched by few. Is this place fa r away Can we find it by night, Shall we wait till the morning And be guided by the light? I would ra th e r leave now And escape while we can, F o r who knows what we’ll find Buried deep within the sands. I often wonder how Night turns into day. Yet I c a n ’t imagine why Life ends in such a way. Rusty Lucas Coming Up SG A Elections A p r il 2 5 - 2 7 Petitions will be available after Spring Break and due April 20 for the offices of: PRESIDENT, VICE-PRESIDENT SECRETARY .TREASURER upper class & lower class Caroline Dorchester Queen Anne Prince George 2 Commuters |