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Western Carolinian Volume 79 Number 06

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  • Our Take _Tragedies and Crowds | This close to exams in our zombiefied state of minds, there is little that can entertain a college . student, but the recent loss of Subway, Rolling Stone = Burrito and Mad Batter enraptured the campus attention. There were hundreds of students who came to gawk at the fire. They gathered along the sidewalks leading up to the main entrance of McKee, through the parking lot and down the walkway toward the Cata-Fount. Even more crowded along the first floor balcony of McKee, jostling each other to get a better view as smoke poured from the roofs : of the strip mall and fire erupted from the top of Roll- : ing Stone. - In moments where scathing irony can be dis- covered, it is very easy to lose sight of the human- ity involved in situations. As the fire ravished the beloved restaurants on Centennial Dr., Twitter and Facebook were overwhelmed with sarcastic jokes about toasted sandwiches, saving the beer, Catching Fire and destruction in general. Amidst the jokes and laughter, it was forgotten that these businesses are operated and owned by real people. In the moment, it seemed that the aforementioned remarks would drown any attempt for kindness. It is important to remember that the men and women. who own these businesses and their employees need kindness and understanding. And there has been an outpouring of support for these business owners all across the community from student groups to local businesses to churches. It is a nice reminder that in times of tragedy people can still find the kindness to help others. It is great to see the students of WCU finding ways to work with community to help those who have experienced loss. To those who decided joking was the appropriate way to handle the situation, we kindly ask you to at least not post it on Facebook and to find some matu- . rity. ~ Our Staff Lex Menz, Editor-in-Chief Imenz@westerncarolinian.com 109-D Old Student Union Cullowhee, North Carolina 28723 828-227-2694 Dr. Mary Adams, Faculty Adviser Laura Odom, Managing Editor Maegan Hoth, News Editor Kaitlyn Connelly, Copy Editor Allison Adkins, Staff Writer Brandy Carl, Staff Writer Ryan Michaud, Sports Writer Sandra Nikula, Staff Writer Joshua Turner, Staff Writer Jamie North, Staff Writer/Designer Ceillie Simkiss, Staff Writer/Photographer/ Designer Rachael Hedden, Contributing Writer Christian Henderson, Contributing Writer Tabitha Hill, Contributing Writer Chris Ward, Photographer Jeffery Wilson, Cartoonist Jovahnna Graves, Intern Joe Cobb, Distributor www.westerncarolinian.com | Facebook: The Western Carolinian Twitter: @WestCarolinian : ee J wwe IN THEIR REGHT MIND GIVES HOMEWORK OVER THANKSGIVING: 2 eet PA aie eatin , t1 LIke ee Quotable When you read a strategic plan, we are always careful to say that its a plan in progress; its a working document. .-- Chancellor David Belcher about the 2020 Plan THE TURKEY 5 RIGHT Nol) rm GUSh io ER, Lex Menz Editor-in-Chief : Look, I saw a turtle! : Jamie North, staff writer and designer, cried. _ Staring into the black murky pond next to Otter Falls at the WNC : Nature Center, Jamie pointed enthusiastically -at the water. ' It was the end of October, and reptiles are cold-blooded. I had strong doubts Jamie had seen a turtle swim- ming around in freezing water. Where? I asked. : Right there, said Jamie. That leaf. It moved! : He was so excited. So far, he was rate the game of Who Could Spot the Animal First. He had -a knack for it. But when Chris Ward, a photogra-. pher; Rachael Hedden, a contributing writer, and Ileaned over the iron fence, we saw nothing but unmoving leaves. | Where? Lasked again, my voice going up : with disbelief. __ Those leaves! said : Jamie. ' Pulling my scarf closer due to the chill in the air, I asked, OK, which turtle was it? _ Jamie ran from plaque to plaque showing pic- tures of all the turtles in the exhibit. He pointed to the Red-eared slider. ' Are you sure? I asked. Yes, he said ada- mantly. I saw the red on the sides of his face. _ Chris, Rachael and I once again stared at the _ gathering of leaves float- Ing on the water. Not a single one even fluttered. ' Jamie, I said, this 1s impossible. With this weather, theyre proba- bly hibernating. Theyre cold-blooded. Theres no way they can survive in these temperatures. Its freezing! Suddenly, Chris cried, There it is! Jamie sprinted over to where Chris pointed only to find nothing there. Thus, the never- ending cycle of turtle jokes began. From that moment on, Jamie see- ing an imaginary turtle became a running joke for everyone else. I dont look at the staff of The Western Carolin- jan as only coworkers. I see them as ice-cream lovers, mountain hikers, sleepover buddies, movie watchers, pottery paint- ers and good friends. One of our talking points to potential writers is ow much the staffisa family. Without working at the newspaper, I never would have met these incredible, hilarious, - warm-hearted people. At first, we were a jumbled up group who barely knew each other. Pairs of - friends sat in corners to themselves, and mostly the assignment meetings were rather quiet. Theres nothing I love more than putting together an activity, and staff bonding was born. Our first at took place off the Blue Ridge Parkway somewhere in Balsam. My then Co-Ed- itor Ryan Alexander and I piled four of the staff members in our cars to head to Graveyard Fields. I was completely unaware of the distance one needed to travel in order to get to the amaz- ing hiking spot with its huge waterfall. With the gas gauge sinking to empty, Ryan and I pulled over at the next turn off to discover it was a hiking trail! At Western Carolina University, the weather was sunny and decently warm. At the Pe of the trail in Balsam, my friend snapped a picture of us shivering together with a beautiful view behind us. We were all wearing shorts and short-sleeved shirts. There was an icy wind whipping past us. All of it would have been worth it, if there had been a view at the top. Instead, we were greeted with a dense circle of trees. But, while hik- ing back down, clopping along the dirt trail, we rounded a bend for a wide open view of the rag een tee Mountains. Cold and windy perfec- tion! : Many staff bondin activities fell through. Busy schedules. Slipped their minds. More busy see a turtle! Staff bonding schedules. Those that did happen, however, were as special and memo- sie eas I thought theyd (es When Chris and I went to the Knoxville Zoo, we excitedly left the car for an animal adventure. First, the Knoxville Zoo has.an open exhibit for their red pandas. These fuzzy red raccoon crea- tures wander around going about their day with no barrier between you and them. The only thing that kept me from jumping that fence and cuddling them like I do my chinchilla was the ominous camera lurk- ing in the top corner of the exhibit. Still, I forced Chris to visit the red pandas twice so I could watch them. Secondly, the Knoxville Zoo map has a mind of its own. How can you get lost at a zoo? But, we did. Flipping the flimsy map sideways and over, I tried to make sense of the ridiculous amount of white trails and gigantic names of exhibits with big name sponsors. Why is the location of the Zoo Administration writ- ten in a thick picture of trees? How are penguins and butterflies located in the same enclosure? We struggled through our mission to find each ani- mal then somehow get out of the zoo ourselves like a jail break! Still, nothing com- pares to Design Week- end. Design Weekend is a lock-yourself-in-the- office for three days of hours upon hours of designing, copy editing and finishing up articles. Usually, this means eight to 12 hour days. Begin- ning on Friday, Jamie sits at one computer while Ceillie Simkiss, staff writer, photog- rapher and designer, camps out at the one behind him. I sit myself in the middle, typing hysterically on my small laptop to finish articles (like this one) and edit the ones turned in late. It is a never-ending pro- | cess until the newspaper is sent to the printer by Wednesday at 6 p.m. Five computers, three cell- phones, at least two bags of chips and several piec- es of candy splay them- selves across the small desks in the office. Then, the work begins. Creat- ing headlines. Forcing the articles to fit. Send- ing Chris to take last minute pictures. Email- ing interviewees for an information check. Switching sections from A to B then back to B. Pulling together an ad. Rushing out to Sylva for a food run to grab the greasiest, fattiest food we can get, usually Wendys or Bojangles. We have a soundtrack involving Annie Lennoxs Won- derful, music from The Book of Mormon, Ra- dioactive by Imagine Dragons, We are What we Are from La Cage aux Folles and a remix of Katy Perrys Roar. Discussions range from Disneys sexual under- tones in Aladdin, the horrors of planning this years Thanksgiving, various uses of curse words, the frustration of Mac computers and Lex, are you videoing again? When everything is pulled together, A and B are copy edited, then I spend the painful last moments of converting each page into a pdf to be sent to the printer. I always hesitate before I hit send. What if theres a headline spelled wrong that my eye glossed over? Are all the photo credits right? Did we eee anybody? Its usually Ja- mie who has to talk me down and helps me click the send button. Then, here we are: a newly published newspa- per to distribute around campus and the sur- rounding community. Every time, Im impa- tiently excited to see the issue stacked outside the office door. And, it will be the same with this one and my last, coming out on December 12.
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