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Cooler temps
bring Boone winter bliss
Robyn
Dailey
Boone has shed
its facade this week.
Postcard perfect days will be few and far between in the seasons ahead.
It may look like a postcard out the window, but once you step foot into
the biting cold, all the romance will have died.
Yes, fall in the high country is breathtaking, but it is also fierce.
Many fall days will mirror days reserved for only the depth of winter
down the mountain.
If you are new to Boone, welcome to our winter.
It begins early
(yes, sometimes even September) and stretches excruciatingly long.
The temperature is one thing, but the wind is another thing altogether.
Even the thickest fleece doesnt shield against the cutting wind.
Mast General Store will soon be swarmed with freshmen buying insulated
clothing, taken off guard with the temperature drop.
Soon, I will resolve to my hibernation beneath my toboggan, coat and
gloves.
A common sight will be myself in thick wool sweaters with hot chocolate
or coffee in my hands.
We will have days of reprieve, especially at first, but these will slowly
dwindle.
I shiver at the thought, but I also smile. For winter is the thread
of Boone.
A January without snow would be sacrilege to natives and upperclassmen.
The first trace of sticking flakes will send the entire campus out on
sleds, cafeteria trays and trash bags, sledding deep into the night.
There will also be snowball fights, with residents from the East Side
viciously battling West Side allies.
And classes will not be cancelled, whether our dorms are buried in snow
or we cannot stand up because of wind gusts.
There will still be those 8 a.m. classes.
We will walk from Bowie Residence Hall to Sanford Hall or Hoey Residence
Hall to Walker Hall.
After 50 minutes of thawing out, we will be back in it walking home.
Our cars will get stuck in the snow, and we will go numb as we scrape
chunks of ice off our windshields.
We will skip afternoon classes and drive to Appalachian, Sugar or Beech
mountains for impromptu snowboarding when we hear the powder is good.
And then theres Christmas.
Boone will be lit through the snow while we cram for exams.
Theres nothing quite like the sight of a white mountain in your
backyard.
We will go home for the holidays where its much warmer, but we
will itch for the snow up at school.
And then, after we have almost forgotten what the trees looked like
with leaves and what a Frisbee feels like in our hands, spring will
arrive.
It comes slowly, with beautiful days sneaking in and surprising everyone.
As soon as it gets above freezing, we think its hot and people
will stream onto Sanford Mall.
We soak up the sun like a man in the desert guzzles water.
Those are the days when we see Boones true beauty, the days after
the cold.
If we never had the winter, the spring would not be half as beautiful.
These will be the days of cold football games and ice-skating.
These are the days that characterize a true Appalachian student.
Bundle up and enjoy it.
Vol.
76 No. 12September
27, 2001
Our Perspective
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Game day drinking
University must
enforce state laws, but be fair in implementation of stricter policy
Appalachian State
University Chancellor Francis T. Borkwoski announced a multi-tiered plan
Tuesday to enhance the universitys no-alcohol policy at home football
games.
Prompted to action by a number of letters from concerned alumni following
the Sept. 1 season-opening game against Liberty University, Borkowski
and university officials told The Appalachian they will debut the
more stringent measures Saturday afternoon when Appalachian plays host
to East Tennessee State University at Kidd Brewer Stadium.
This is the first step in a long campaign that we hope will significantly
reduce the amount of alcohol students bring to the games, said Borkowski.
As part of the universitys plan, Alcohol Law Enforcement officers
will have the authority to search fans entering Kidd Brewer Stadium.
And in a meeting with ABC Store officials Tuesday, Vice Chancellor for
Student Development Gregory S. Blimling asked that local branch stores
limit the number of mini-bottles sold on game days.
We applaud the university for placing students safety at the top
of its priority list, but question some tactics included in the plan.
First, can the university legally dictate how a state-run store does business?
Ronnie Harris, manager of the Boone ABC Store, said late Tuesday the legality
of this action would have to be reviewed.
Following the meeting, Blimling said that information would not be available
before Saturdays game.
While we are concerned by the emerging legal fog clouding the fate of
the proposal, the grounds that dictate such a plan are crystal clear.
According to North Carolina law, it is illegal to drink or possess alcohol
on state-owned property unless a special dispensation has been granted
by the North Carolina General Assembly.
It is also illegal to drink while under the age of 21 or to do so in a
public place. Although we understand Appalachian State must comply with
this law, we question what warrants a search.
Do Alcohol Law Enforcement officers simply need probable cause to perform
a search? If so, what constitutes probable cause?
Will students be the only ones subject to this, or will alumni
some of whom make significant monetary donations to athletic programs
also be subject to this campaign against game day drinking?
We recognize the university has an obligation to enforce state laws, but
we do not feel widespread drinking is a problem exclusive to students.
If a student is drinking or in possession of alcohol while inside Kidd
Brewer Stadium, we agree the laws of this state must be upheld.
However, we strongly emphasize that state laws apply to every fan in attendance.
We feel no special treatment should be shown to any alumnus, alumna or
other non-student in possession of alcohol at home football games. A policy
is only as sound and as its implementation.
Is this an attempt to curb game day drinking on a broad scale or an effort
to single out the student body?
That answer should be crystal clear by late Saturday afternoon.
Unity rises among
the smoke and ruin
Kristin Davis
A calm wind blew
over Boone, rustling the leafy mountain trees that stood strong against
a clear sky that Tuesday morning.
Was there any ominous sign in the cloudless heavens? Did we miss an urgency
in nature that clearly existed? Perhaps a breeze just a little too sharp,
a sun whose glare made us squint.
Weeks later we can only wonder.
The pristine landscape stood in stark contrast to the tragedies unfolding
hundreds of miles away from the secluded college town, nestled high in
the mountains.
In a city of concrete and fast-paced living, and minutes later, in a city
of flurry and government officials, terrorist acts were ripping down lives
and buildings. A mighty plane became a fiery pile of twisted metal, strewn
across a Pennsylvania field.
The crashes would shake the world, shake it to its core, sending tremors
across wastelands and promise lands. The tremors would even climb mountains.
Slowly the grieving process unfolded shock, then sadness and finally
anger tore through America.
But in the middle of flying debris and emotions, we stepped out.
The human raced stepped up to answer the grim cries of our brethren.
The Appalachian community was not unlike the rest of the country. Prayer
circles formed, administrators met and minds whirled. Somehow, while the
pain and uncertainty lingered, the American people turned their energies
towards the victims and the heroes rising in unprecedented numbers.
We remembered the fallen in silence and memorial services. We hung flags
and pinned ribbons.
We held hands and formed circles for strength. We pledged allegiance to
our nation and watched in awe as division and squabbling tumbled down
the steps of Capitol Hill.
We donated blood, so many of us that some had to be turned away. We collected
money and held fundraisers.
It took a disaster, a massive calamity more than 6,000 deaths
to bring out the good in people. At least, the cynics like to point that
out. But the why becomes as pallid as the tangled ruins of
the World Trade Center and the Pentagon.
We revived a spirit lost long ago, lost among the WWII veterans
among the Greatest Generation.
We will never forget the attacks of Sept. 11. They are etched in our minds
as the worst terrorist acts of all time and will go down in history as
such.
But the humanity and unity that rose out with the smoke and soot will
inevitably go down as the best of human nature.
We survived.
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