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Our
Perspective....
Students:
Let your voices be heard
We
stand looking at a $200 tuition increase over the next two years,
proposed by Appalachian's administration. There was a chance the
student body would not even have heard about it, as these sort of
issues are primarily discussed in meetings that not every student
has acess to. Fortunately, we now have it called to our attention
with the opportunity and time to do something about it.
The
Appalachian State University Board of Trustees and the University
of North Carolina Board of Governors believe they have a finished
deal. These organizations decide policy on issues such as university
funding, tuition and construction projects on a local-to-Appalachian
and state-wide level, respectively, and often make policy with little
student input.
This
is not because these committees have an agenda against us, but rather
because students' voice never exists. The Board of Trustees and
UNC Board of Governors exist to benefit us. They lobby for money
and land.
They make arguments and deals with larger organizations and governments
on our behalf. But they can do little in our interest if our intrests
are not heard. CREATE A VOICE Lack of input occurs somewhere between
SGA presidents, chancellors and feedback from the students.
Fortunately, students of Appalachian have both an SGA president,
Ryan Bolick, and a chancellor, Dr. Francis T. Borkowski who welcome
and listen closely to the student voice.
All
we have to do is create one. In the North Carolina State Constitution
it is written in Article IX, Section 9 that, "The General Assembly
shall provide that the benefits of The University of North Carolina
and other public institutions of higher education, as far as practicable,
be extended to the people of the State free of expense."
Now
that we know this, let us make our opinion known. When Bolick goes
to the Board of Trustees meeting on September 15 in the Plemmons
Student Union, have him armed with our voice. Do not be complacent.
Contact Ryan Bolick at rb28173@appstate.edu or call the SGA office
at 262-2245.
Let
it ring? The telephone is the devil's trumpet
by
Gerald Witt
I am not a fan
of telephones. Useful as phones may be, I dislike receiving phone
calls in the quiet and privacy of my own home.
According to
one of my former professors, Dr. Hall P. Beck, "The telephone is
the devil's trumpet," and I couldn't agree more. When a phone rings,
watch the people in the room, each one gets a little tense. Who
is it? Why are they calling? Is it for me? Everybody likes to know.
Everyone wants to have a phone call.
I will admit
that I want phone calls too. They make me feel important and wanted,
but my issue is with the timing of phone calls. When I cook my food,
I will have a nice, sizzling spread. In my pan are peppers and some
onion with teriyaki-marinated beef.
I am stir-frying
away, looking forward to a hot meal at the end of long day of working,
lectures, notes and fighting the Appalachian masses. RIIING! RIIING!
See? I am in a subdued mood, listening to some Coltrane, getting
ready to munch, and off goes the phone. As far as I am concerned,
the phone can ring away.
See, I go about
my life unbothered by the ring of the phone. Gone, is the anger
toward that little electronic ringing device. I have seen people
vent their anger and frustration at telemarketers who call at inopportune
moments, such as dinnertime, quality time with a loved one, or cooking
a meal. It is not the caller that I think is the issue. The interruption
is the problem, which brings me back to cooking dinner. The phone
has rung three full times now, and I am just now getting to answering,
since I am the only one in my house and the call could be a message
for a roommate.
Frying makes
the hands slightly greasy, and I am no exclusion to this rule. In
order to get to the phone, I have to wipe my hands, pray my stir-fry
does not burn, and find the phone. Finding the phone could be adapted
to an "Indiana Jones" movie rather easily. In our house, we have
three cordless phones, which would seemingly make the process of
finding a phone much easier.
However, when
you have three phones ringing at the same time, not only are you
torn three ways, but you are also sent on a expedition to find that
little ringing object, whether it be hidden by a pillow, jeans or
a magazine or two.
I go for the
magazine-hidden one, to find that it is not working. The night before
it was left off the hook, which spent the batteries (another problem
associated with phones). By now, the dreaded fourth ring has transpired,
which kicked the answering machine into action.
One room away,
I hear the message, and the beep when one would leave the message.
Then I hear the dial tone. All this work, for someone who wants
to hang up on the answering machine. Nonetheless, dinner turned
out reasonably well, a little overcooked than I had hoped for, but
still tasty.
Phones bug me,
but they remain a constant in life, and it looks like Ma Bell would
win versus me any day. As far as my dislike of phones is concerned,
my only option is to simply suck it up.
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