December 18, 1989

  
 
    

Dear Other Press,

So that’s it, is it? The strike is
over and everything is back to nor-
mal...life goes‘on as usual does it?
Then will someone please tell me
why I still have a sickly feeling
down deep in my gut?

Someone was telling me, "

Yeah, man, the strike was a real
drag, but look at how the faculty
and the management are bending
over backwards to try and get us
through this semester."

Hmmm...it was a good point I
suppose; my english and business
classes have definitely been shor-
tened, to such an extent that things
may be easier for me because of the
strike. (shhhh!) No final exams and
no English classes after Christmas.

And hey, all this wasn’t so bad
was it? aybe I was just one of the
lucky ones, being able to work most
of the days during the strike, like
many other students, but still, what
about that bothersome gut feeling?
It’s the way one feels when you
know that you will be okay, but are
still angry that such events could

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even take place at all. ;

The tension and built up ang
displayed by us all at the rau
rallies was very real, wasn’t it? [
guess that'll take a little time to go)
away. I know, I know, I should
probably just count my blessings
and consider myself lucky that the;
semester wasn’t lost..but when I)
returned to class on Monday and
realised that a few of my friends, a)
small but significant number,
would not be returning to Douglas,
it just made me wonder. |

Withdrawing from an almost
completed semester must have;
been a real drag.. And I almost did
it too. A real part of me was saying, |
"Withdraw, man!!! That'll show|
those buggers what we think of
their piss-poor attitudes"

Ah withdrawal, the big "W",
the ultimate protest. Part of me ad-
mires those who were able to go
through with it. This time, in a’
sense patience was a virtue--What
an education this has been!!! I
guess we've all got to do what we
honestly believe in, and that will fee#iv

 

right not to publish

'@ sexist, racist

    
   
 
   

      
 

inevitably lead to conflicts. Is that wobic, or warmongering in
really true? Ugh. I suppose I will ature. Opinions expressed in the
best be able to express my feelings Pier Press are not necessaril

for this college in September 1990,
when I get the hell out of
here...(You’ve pissed me off and I

 

want to boycott you) luded), an must _ subr
Do I feel any better now? t the student's full name and
Yup, I do. student number. Names will be

Terry Berting [’##held upon request.

EDUCATIONAL NOTES

All these vaunted speeches,

By the well-heeled flowered lapels,
Never seem to go beyond the reaches,
Of the oaken paneled rooms,

Where my government dwells.

A BACHLORETTE’S DAMNATION

Since my occupation of this dreary suite, I hasten

To be here more than neccessary

Fond of bugs I’ve never been: ten-legged, striped or hairy

But besides my detestation of (eek!) bug co-habitation

Most intolerable of all, it sucks-this wretched suffocation

The utmost dreaded kind: of the mind

Now, to confirm my just suspicions of a mindly malcondition

I sought a diagnosis from a doctor. His prognosis?

"Very dim indeed. Although you may succeed

in curing your "matter" of this disease. My

advice? Get out of that shack! Dear girl

your’re a full-fledged claustrophobiac!!

Quite resigned was I to face this fact

Relayed to me with Dear doc’s tact

and in a haste to depart my place-I forgot my Raid!

Uh Oh, but not to worry, since

I’ve found new spacious quarters

Lost for good my brain(s) disorder

And have not yet glance upon one thing that’s

Furry as it scurries

Now instead I’ve got warm memories of my dreary suite

Where Id never heeded

The importance of having one’s new spacio
to an

   
   
  
  
 
  
 
   
  
 
 
  
 
  
  
  
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
     
  
 
 
 
   
   

  

With swelling words of wonderous plans,
They wrestle scholastics upon the plate,
To cut and slash with calloused hands,
That which has burned too lean

And lives in low estate.

Small wonder that inside our college walls,
Where pinch-packet and cheap-skate now rule,
The standard often slips and stalls,

To the tune of the party birds call

Make-Do, Make-Do, Make-Do.

 

R. Bogle

   

us quarters heated.

 
  

 

     

dear santa,

I have bin good rite?

So I want a race car set a Lego
space space ship a drum set a
mountain bike a skis a new lunch
Pial and that puppy I saw barking
at me in the pet store window last

     

Dear Santa,
Eat a bag of shit! You never

anymore). I just have a couple of
needs. Here’s my wish list:

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be able to breathe and see the ‘ chimney anyways, fatso! Nyaaah! A healthy baby;
beautiful scenery. Also, I'd like A better education system, No more Evangelical sex scan-
you to try to do something about Books, , Name witheld ’cause I still want  dals;
certain fisher-types who insist on A term paper for philosophy, my train Complete world peace and dis-
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eS ; ‘ last year, so I don’t want toys Thanks, _ Tim Crumley

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