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Sharp PointslDo you support the U.S. involvement in the Gulf?
“If s too dangerous of a situ-
ation to just sit back and watch.
I agree with Bush, but he should
have done it sooner.”
Eric Pitts (Freshman)
“Yes and no. Yes, because I
leel that Hussein shouldn’t
think that he is so big, and be-
cause our economy will ruin if
we let him get away with it. No,
because 1 don’t think we should
be in that area, in their war.”
Martha Preble (Sophomore)
“! agree because if we let
Hussein take over small coun-
tries, like Hitler did, he will
get too powerful and try to
take over the world.”
Brett Anders (Junior)
“I agree with Bush one-hundred
percent. But Israel’s involve-
ment may cost more U.S. lives.
Danny Harris (Senior)
“I support die soldiers in Saudi,
but 1 ’in afraid for their lives. I
wish this war never would have
happened, but ail we can do
now is pray and hope they
come back soon.”
Jodi Hutchens (Junior)
Weatherford High School
January 31,1991
Opinion K3)»
Biology horror story
Fairytale prince meets death
Becky Boyer
A hush falls over the classroom as each lab
pair is handed a defenseless frog.
The stillness is sort-of a silent prayer for
each little frog, but then the dedication is
interrupted by the class clown. He picks up
the frog and dangles it in front of the most
squeamish girl in the class.
These represent my fondest memories of
biology labs last year. However, I was not
the most squeamish girl in my class, my
partner was.
Actually, these labs were fun because I
could release my frustrations on the am-
phibian. But occasionally I felt sorry for
Fred the frog, so I would cover its eyes so
that it couldn’t see what I was doing. This
action always thrilled my partner because
she could not imagine how I could touch the
frog, let alone name it, talk to it and cover its
eyes.
But don’t get the idea that I did all of the
work. She always took care of creating the
flags to be used for labeling.
Once the frog was open, we would look at
the picture in our book and attempt to label
the lungs, heart, liver, stomach, gall bladder
and other miscellaneous parts.
However, my frog did not look anything
like the creature in the book. I think the
authors of the book had never seen the inside
of a frog, but instead they guessed what it
looked like. I decided if they could guess
where the parts were, so could I.
Usually, about two parts would jump out
at me, and say “I am the liver”, but the others
would just lie there silently.
Eventually, I would give up and blindly
stick the last two flags into the frog. As our
“masterpiece” underwent examination, I
braced my partner for the fact that we missed
the last two. However, we did not miss the
last two (that we guessed at), but rather the
two that we thought we knew.
This same phenomenon occurred during
every lab that we did. By the last one, I
thought we should guess from the start so
that we would be guaranteed a 100, but we
didn’t. We liked the spirit of thinking we
knew something.
This is my message to everyone who must
massacre a frog this year: Don’t worry, the
frogs won’t feel anything. And when all else
fails, make a wild guess ... it can’t hurt.
Cramming for final exams becomes
never-ending cycle among students
Torri Gomez
The average student waits until the night
before semester exams to study, one of the
main causes of student burn-out
In other words, you cram. You sit in class
for 80 days thinking, “I will never use this
stuff.” Then bang, it hits you upside the head
when the semester ends. After the first
semester exams, you conclude that maybe,
j ust maybe, you will take plenty of notes and
listen during the second semester.
But after a while you slack off, and of
course you go through the same trouble.
Two days before semester exams, you cram.
Looking at the six books full of information
sitting on your desk, you think, “I’ve got ex-
actly six hours to learn 80 days of work.”
You open your English book and ask
yourself, “What is a predicate infinitive?”
First you look at your notes, which does
absolutely no good, then you decide, “I’ll
study that later.”
Next you get your health book, open it to
chapter one and then wow, you remember
what a cardiovascular organ is. You go on,
and finally after two hours of long, hard
review you get through nine chapters. Yeah,
you have actually completed one out of six
subjects.
You are on a roll now, and you’re sure you
can do it. You open your algebra book and
get started. Hold it! What in the world does
2x+y2=r3 equal? Well, now you’re going
down hill! As you dare to broaden your
horizons, you notice that it is getting rather
stormy. In fact, maybe getting a hint from up
above, maybe even a warning, that there is
no possible way to complete a whole semes-
ter of work in one day!
Rodeo brings
out cowboy
in everyone
As I walked into my dad’s room that
night I saw what appeared to be a huge
rear sticking out of his walk-in closet.
My mind began to wonder, “What in
the world was he looking for now?”
When I enquired of him, he answered in
his once-a-year yec-haw, “My boots.”
Trying to regain my composure, I
appear calm and collective. But I begin to
drift back to the year before when I
remember looking at all the people at the
Stock Show who obviously thought the
same way Dad had. They had all dug out
their western clothes from thirty years
ago.
If your dad doesn’t have a cowboy ob-
session during the Rodeo, let me try to
explain. He pulls out the old, worn,
wrinkled, and extremely tight Wranglers
with bright gold stitching. The shirt that
Dad wore produced an aura of a 1960’s
nerd party, like in the movie Revenge of
the Nerds, where the guys try to fight in
with the rest of the crowd but don’t quite
succeed.
To top all that off, he wore his summer
straw hat during the winter. This is the
same hat he bought at First Monday in
1963.
As I drift back to the present, I see Dad
staring at me with his boots and saying, “I
found my boots. Now where’s that hat?”
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