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  • People The Western Carolinian Page 8 Thursday, April 13,1989 by Mark Conrad STAFF WRITER To Graduate Or Not To... What Was — The Question? It was one of those beautiful days you read about in navel brochures. Spring weather was warm and the bluest, clearest sky I had ever seen before. The sun was bright and occasionally a cool breeze whispered across the stadium floor. "What a pcr- fect day for graduation" my mother sighed. I agreed and squinted to look for the procession. I couldn't believe it - my little sister was graduating from college! The little kid that used to steal my clothes and pretend her Barbie's were singing R-E-S- P-E-C-T. The crowd was dense and almost motionless, but the air was light and anxious; everyone was searching for their "star for a day". Finally my parents and I found Kelly. Even at a distance you could tell she was happy. She stood with a group of half-tanked blondes who each had their arms around another. "Congratulations Breadcrum!" I yelled. Her friends just looked strangely at one another- one asked, "Did he call her breadcrum?" "I'm only three years younger than you" she explained with mock indignation. "Yeah, but you'll always be a breadcrum." Glancing over my shoulder Kelly asked "Hey, isn't that Chip and Christy over there?" I couldn't believe it - two of my best friends from college. We hugged, told each other how good they looked, reminisced, and then IT happened. Christy asked me what I was doing. "Well, you know, just sort of, uh..." I stuttered, "Nothing." "What! You! I don't believe it!" Chip cried. "I know you're up to something, is it a secret?" They laughed. "He's still trying to 'find' himself," my dad added. More laughter, but louder this time. At that moment I noticed faces from the crowd looking to see what they were laughing at. Then my sister hissed "He's waiting for me to graduate, but I've had ajob for two months." Everyone laughed - too loudly. In fact, even strangers were laughing. The next thing I knew the whole stadium was doubled over with laughter. "He doesn't have ajob", "He doesn't know what he really wants to do" they said. "What a joke, no job - washed up at 23!" Everyone roared! Thank God! I woke up! It was only a dream, but so real, but reality is my military metal bed, slamming doors resonating through the hall and two years left to serve on the rock (and Breadcrum's still in high school.) "Well, I 'm awake now" I thought, "I may as well head out for dog food." Some Cecil grease should be sure to purge that obnoxious dream from my body. But while I was standing in line for breakfast that terrible thing kept flashing in front of me and making me feel sick. (Though it could have just been the grease fumes getting to me again.) Actually, my entire day was haunted by that nightmare. It had awakened me to the reality that one day I too, would graduate and begin my career. Career? That word sounded so foreign to my personal vocabulary. I mean, how do people know what they want to do for the rest of their lives. How do they pick this giant they call Profession? Did law students go to little pre-law elementary schools with little briefcases and write little laws with other little precious adolescents for their little students governments? Really, just where do these people come from that have known since age two what they would do? I still don't know for certain. This thought led me to question a few seniors. After all, it is April. "What's it like to be four weeks away from the real world?" I quizzed a curiously passionate senior. "Well, it's sort of interesting" he says, "I don't have a job yet, but I can work at Winn Dixie again until I find one." His friends laughed. Deja vu. I didn't like the sound of this. "So have you interviewed alot or done co-op?" I asked. "No, but I'm not worried because I can always live with my parents. I'll probably head to DC and pound the pavement. I want to work for a congressman or a senator, or something. He leaned back in his chair to glance at his cards. They were playing poker. So, what was my problem? I was more concerned with graduation than the real gradu- atee. I know cooperative education is great and internships, high QPR, glowing recommendations, extracurricular activities and a double major in computer science and industrial chemistry are a shoe in for multi-offers. But what about the people that just graduate? What will they do? What will become of them? Will they get married? Get drunk? WorkatToysRUs? What? That question led me to another senior, a girl like any other college girl - wearing faded jeans, a T-shirt and L.A. Gear tennis shoes. But there was something different about her. She seemed very confident. Not obnoxious or complacent, just confident. "Tell me about graduation and the job market. How do you see your future?" I begged. She smiled and said laughingly "I know I'll work for a great company with great pay, they (com- pany)justdon'tknowityet." "So you don't have a job yet. Aren't you worried?" I gasped. "No. I'll have my degree. I'm certainly better off with it than without it. Besides, even if I didn't get anything out of college except the experience of it all, it would be worth it." By this time I felt like a parent. "But what about ajob!" "Like I said, I'll get one. Even if the first one isn't the best, I'll find one. It will still be better than what I would get without a degree. You know, my point is that I was here, I did my best and have no regrets. She sits up and looks sincerely at me, "I am focused, but if everything doesn't come out instantiy I won't be scarred for life. There's too much out there to waste time worrying..concerned, yes. Worry, never. A lot of my friends already have jobs, alot don't. I don't judge myself or anyone else simply by their job status...or the lack thereof." I left the dorm lobby feeling strange. It was cold and dark outside, but I felt sort of warm inside. I guess it was relief (or heartburn). I knew she was right. You do your best to learn about things, yourself, others and to make the most of your college experience. The point of a college education is not just to train you for a vocation like trade school, but rather to enrich yourself through the great knowledge endowed to you. Enrichment through the arts, fine literature, world history, philosophy, sciences and anything else that expands the mind and opens a new horizon for thinking, reasoning and learning- a new capacity. To open the frontier of the underdeveloped land - our minds. With all the experience that college offers and encourages in its pupils, who that allows this experience to penetrate at even the slightest level will be overlooked by a perspective employer? But, if that happens any way...there's always grad school. The Seven Seasons of the Year T. L. Housman STAFF WRITER Surely you have noticed the weather lately. The change in the seasons, subtly form one to the next. The beauty of Nature, as she changes from one wardrobe lo the other in her never ending fashion show, held on this worldly stage is poetry in itself. But we, as a nation and as a race (mankind), have done something to alter the scheme of things, at least that's the way you would be forced to think, given the meteorological indications of late. Here we go! Pop quiz, quick: "How many seasons are in a year?" For many years, those of us that have lived in this particular climatic region, have been satisfied with the notion that the calender year held basically four seasons: Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter. For that matter, we can see by looking at the calendar that there are four designated dates for ushering in those specific seasons. But now we are being forced to come to a new conclusion, don't you think? Let's look back at the last year starting with today. It's April 13, 1989. On this same day one year ago we were recovering from a Spring snow storm (April 2nd was the approximate date that it arrived) that brought an average of sixteen inches of snow to the western North Carolina area. We were "recovering" from this storm, not experiencing it at the moment. Now, here we are in 1989, it's the middle of April, and we are experiencing "unseasonably" low temperatures, snow and ice! Why have we gone from summer to fall to winter to spring to winter to ? God only knows when will be the end of it all! It's utterly laughable! The way it looks, by next year we will be going to about the thi rd week of April with threats of snow and ice. By the following year we will be trudging through the snow and ice to get to commencement. Those of you who are freshman will be able to look forward to a cold and flu season that is seven months long, and you will have to have spring break in the winter, or maybe you'll get lucky and it will be a sort of spring-like weather or maybe it'll be winter! Regardless of whether or not this article catches you in the heat of a spring day or in the cold of a wintery mom you should think about the reasons behind all of this. It really is sort of funny. Some of you may remember the eruption of Mt. St. Helens. Do you recollect the statements that were made by meterorologists on the general effects that natural phenomenon would have on the weather? The scientists told people that the volcano would blow again, but they wouldn't listen. The scientists said that the eruption would have far reaching effects on the weather and the jet stream for a period of 2-7 years! Anyone with eyes knows that we help the effects out be spewing billions of tons of industrial waste into the air every year. The reasoning behind the present nonspecific weather anomalies has been the shifting of the jet stream. This does not, however, explain the fact that less inclimate (I al ways wondered why they didn't just say "winter") weather has been seen from the normal source, the great white north. Yoi think we have a problem witr "acid rain" and pollutants in out water, but isn't it rather hilarious that we are missing the fact thai pretty soon we will have not four but seven seasons of the year Maybe we will eventually have eight, and because of that we'l have to do away with summer' Now that's COSMIC! No, I didn't write thi; article to lambast people about th< dilemma that exists in our work with the ecological impact of th< pollution to the upper strata of ou atmosphere. I've had to listen tc that kind of stuff for years anc wouldn't think of subjecting you unwittingly, to the same type o torture. I just thought you migh have picked up on the humor o the change in the weather. Here'; wishing you all have a great sum mer!
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