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Page 2/The Battalion/Wednesday, December 9, 1987 Opinion Suffering from pre-holiday stress syndrome^ I thought I would be the last person to get it. But I’ve got it. And I’ve got a bad case. It’s 16 days until Christmas, and I’m suffering from pre-holiday stress syndrome. cited about the holidays each year. When Dec. 1 rolled around, I’d be mail ing cards or buying gifts or making coo kies, crossing the days off on my cal endar until the long-awaited day arrived. But the realities of life started eroding my Christmas spirit. Bit by bit, year after year, the magic of Christmas diminished. I t enough bad fi rst Tracy Staton grade when Greg Hand told me Santa Claus didn’t exist. We were in the school cafeteria; I was calmly eating my green beans when he sprung the news. The foundation of my world was shattered. I immediately ran to my teacher, Mrs. Krafka, and tearfully asked if it was true. She said no, of course, and re stored some semblance of normality to my childish beliefs. But the niggling doubt was there; I watched carefully Christmas morning and determined that Santa Claus was a fake. Christmas would never be the same. Somehow, I managed to remain ex- It was such a gradual process that 1 Democrats are masters of campaign cliches Paul (the poli tician , not the singer) Simon be gan the evening by saying: “'Phis is an exciting and im portant night.” Right there I knew we \yere in trou ble. Paul Simon 1 telling you that something is going to be exciting is Donald Kaul like the dentist telling you, “This won’t hurt a bit.” A little subtitle appears in your mind’s eye: “He’s lying.” And, as it turned out, he was. He was speaking at the Jefferson-Jackson Day dinner in Des Moines, Iowa, where all six Democratic presidential hopefuls ap peared, paying homage to the Iowa cau cuses. Such meetings are not meant to be exciting or even important in a dy namic sense, of course. They are instead ritual gatherings of the clan designed to express solidarity and reinforce the myths of the party. (The chief Republi can myth is that they know how to man age things; Democrats insist that they are compassionate.) Party meetings provide a way for Democrats and Republicans to stand in front of a mirror and say: “Each day in every way, we’re getting better and bet ter.” It doesn’t do any harm and it keeps them off the streets. But it is no place to talk sense and with few exceptions, no one did in Des Moines. I counted the cliches uttered by each of the candidates, and it was a job. They came so fast and thick that it was difficult to decide whether you were lis tening to a series of single cliches or a single, multiple cliche. As nearly as I could make out, Sen. Simon and Rep. Dick Gephardt of Mis souri finished in a dead heat in the cliche contest, with Sen. Albert Gore Jr. close behind. Gephardt, however, got marks for courage for mentioning the name of Jimmy Carter (Carter could have been president of Albania for all the mention he gets at Democratic meetings) while Simon got special credit for originality. He actually made up a cliche: “It is time for the President of the United States to fill leadership posts with champions of the needy rather than cronies of the greedy,” he said. Jesse Jackson would have done better in the cliche department but he tends to disguise them in rhymes. Who did himself the most good at the dinner? A1 Gore, no question. The name of the game in the Iowa The Battalion (USPS 045 360) Member of Texas Press Association Southwestjournalism Conference The Battalion Editorial Board Sue Krenek, Editor Daniel A. LaBry, Managing Editor Mark Nair, Opinion Page Editor Amy Couvillon, City Editor Robbyn L. Lister and Becky Weisenfels, News Editors Loyd Brumfield, Sports Editor Sam B. 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POSTMASTER: Send address changes to The Battalion, 216 Reed McDonald, Texas A&M University, College Station TX 77843-4111. wasn’t aware it whs happening. I finally started realizing it when my family was here for Thanksgiving. My mom asked what I wanted for Christmas — I asked her to pay off my MasterCard bill. And all I could think about while they were visiting was how I should be working in stead of playing Trivial Pursuit. came, I immersed myself in gift lists, Santa letters and Christmas carols. My brother and I spent hours arranging and rearranging the nativity scene. dl It started when I went to college and missed the annual tree-trimming at horpe. I called my parents during dead week, and they were decorating the house. I was studying and eating cold pizza; they were singing Christmas car ols and drinking eggnog. Christmas baking was the next thing to go. Since I had a job over the holi days, I didn’t have time to fix slice-and- bake cookies, much less bake from scratch. One more tradition down the tubes. And m just can’t Then I started neglecting television Christmas shows. I missed “Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer” three years in a row. And I haven’t seen “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” since I was 16 years old. w the process is complete. I bring myself to get excited about Christmas when I have four pa pers, three finals, two projects and an exam to wade through before then. Not to mention the gifts I need to buy with the money I don’t have and the seven hours I have to drive to get home. Now my mind is occupied by a story I need to write for The Battalion, the clothes I need to wash, and the massive amounts of studying I need to do. 1 am looking forward to the holidays — but only because I plan to sleep a lot. Prepa rations for Christmas have not even crossed my mind. It’s not just me. Almost everyone I know is so worried about finals; they haven’t even thought about Christmas shopping. Or the holiday itself has be come unimportant compared to their ski trip to Utah or their plans for New Year’s Eve. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I haven’t been thinking about buying pre sents for my family. I’m sorry I’ve missed the lighting of the Advent wreath at church. I’m sorry I haven’t had time to decorate a tree or send Christmas cards. Christmas is a good time to evaluaie my priorities. I’m hoping that 1 havetht courage to stop for a few moments over the holidays and examine what all ol this means. I hope I can find the appre ciation for the “Christmas Spirit” (and related items) that I’ve almost lost. I know 1 won’t turn into Father (or Mother) Christmas overnight — 1 don! want to. I do want to stop concentrating on my financial and social and educatio nal problems long enough to help my mom wiap presents and cook turkey. 1 oajorfr want to stop being so self-absorbed that* 011 I forget to speak to Mrs. Crockett at As tl: ootball Texas p or the jiampic nth her irayers She is church. I want to watch football with my j n g» p dad and play Monopoly with my brother without thinking I doing something else. I know that stress is a part of life—it’s should be | here’s s ‘exas si It’s all a question of priorities. When I was a child, the year revolved around Christmas. I dreamed and plotted and planned all year for that one day, waited anxiously for the family Christmas party and church pageant. When December I his Christmas issue is just one more episode in a saga of mixed emotions and unclear priorities. I’ve been wondering lately what’s more important — my grades and my job or my friends and family, my ambitions or my mental health. When I was younger, these choices were obvious. Now I’m so in volved in thinking about the future that I’ve forgotten about the present. the natural accompaniment to myambi j |, atw j n tious career goals. But when it becomes the main theme instead of a minoi dis cord, it’s time to draw the line. No more pre-holiday stress syn drome. I’m changing my focus as soon as finals are over. Tracy Staton is a senior journalism m* jor, a staff writer and a columnist for The Battalion. caucuses is not so much to win but to ex ceed expectations. What Gore did last week was to reduce his expectations in Iowa to zero. If he gets seven votes in Iowa next February, the political com mentators will say he did much better than he had any right to. Pursuing a Southern strategy, he at tacked the whole idea of the Iowa cau cuses. “There is something wrong with a nominating process that gives one state the loudest voice and then produces candidates who cannot even carry that state,” he said. “Iowa is a competitive- state. Yet we have not been able to win it for the past 23 years. We have lost four of the last five elections. Last time, we lost 49 of our 50 states. The time before, 45 of our 50 states. Isn’t it time for a change?” It was the closest to sense any candi date came all evening, but Iowa’s Demo crats greeted him with an enthusiasm usually reserved for bubonic plague. Change the Iowa caucuses? What, and quit show business? The Democratic field has been char acterized, unfairly I think, as a group of dwarfs or lightweights. They’re not that. They share a certain lack of foreign pol icy experience but other than that they are bright and remarkably well-in formed. Their collective problem is more sub tle. Rather than projecting the image of national leadership, they seem to be running for the post of Brightest Kid in Class. If that’s the case, then Bruce Babbitt is the winner. Listen to him closely and you’ll find his ideas fresher and more thoughtful than those of any other can didate in either party, also more candid. “If we care about the progressive agenda, then we’ve got to be honest about the deficit,” he told the 8,000 Democrats assembled in Des Moines. “If we won’t say what we’ll defend, where we’ll cut, who we’ll tax and how we’ll pay, we’ll never be able to look America in the eye and say why we’re Democrat- s . . . I’m going to say it straight — we’ve got to raise taxes and cut spend ing. We’ve got to apply a needs test to the budget so that spending cuts reflect our priorities. We’ve got to consider a consumption tax that’s progressive to pay for the programs we need.” That sounded good to me. It remains to be seen whether the country is ready for a president who reminds you of Henry Alrich, however. It wasn’t exciting; it wasn’t partic ularly important. But it was interesting. How it will all turn out, God knows. Copyright 1987, Tribune Media Services, Inc. 988 Co “The bout t his as I The < Park ilicatior lowl Q nd bee bout R< Fiftee arts we ight a md oi jade i )uestio otradit Park rams a te Coll ion Fe lostess rship luster ies cha :k AUS vill be neetin; lorder iilemei “For ollecti ndustr ler,” C Clerr Mail Call Nuke Old Sarge EDITOR: Tom Key ’89 Bring back old yell leaders This “Old Sarge” mascot really bites the big one. I think it should be nuked. With this letter, I’ve sent 1,323 signatures on a petition that states: “We as students feel the ‘Old Sarge’ mascot is an embarrassment to the school. Please don’t ever display it in public.” Eric Wilke ’91 accompanied by 1,323 signatures * EDITOR: Selfish use of traditions EDITOR: I certainly agree that the old Sarge mascot is an unnec essary and undesirable addition to Aggie games. There are logical alternatives to this proposal, like having Rev spend time on the west sideline since the team is over there any way. But I can hardly say I’m surprised or shocked at the thought of a copycat mascot considering the cavalier treat ment of tradition in recent years. I’m not saying that people who refuse to conform are bad or anything of the sort. What I’m saying is that stu dents and groups, including student government, use tra dition when it suits their purpose. Consider the oxymoro- nic pitch for the Big Event, “a NEW TRADITION”, and the use of “RELOAD” by seniors in one of the yells. If ycu’ll listen to one of the Aggie Band’s records from the mid-1970’s, you can hear two or three people yelling “RE LOAD” during the pause of the yell in question. Sounds like the origin of a “NEW TRADITION” to me. As far as the Old Sarge mascot goes, I completely agree with Doug Beall: it is a bad idea. The whole pin pose of the new mascot is so the old alumni can participate in yells at the game; but the costume itself does not portray the tradi tional image of Old Sarge. That is why it has been so un successful with the students. Beall is completely wrong in saying that the old Ags have done their yelling, and if tliet want to participate now, they have to sit in the students’ section. Show a little respect Beall. There are other alter natives to the new mascot. If the old Ags are really serious about wanting to show their Aggie spirit, why not open the idea up to them? Why not have the old yell leaders from years-gone-by get dressed up in their old “whites” and get down on the field to do yells? I honestly believe that there would be a list of old Ags ready and willing to come back and lead yells. They would most likely consider it an honor to participate once more. I think our old Ags are worth it How about you Beall?! Julie Brieden ’90 accompanied by 11 signatures Letters to the editor should not exceed 300 words in length The editorial staff re serves the right to edit letters for style and length, but will make every effort to main tain the author’s intent. Each letter must be signed and must include the classified tion, address and telephone number of the writer. BLOOM COUNTY by Berke Breathed Thte WORST PART !5 war you've eeeN Keepm YOUR OROUNPHOONeSS IN THE CLOSET TILL me TIME' 'CUS 1 KNEW VOUV ACT L/KECTWrr 1 YEP, JUST ft P/0 RNP YOU'VE PRO30ELY 3EEN SHMOOZINE WITH PI6S FOR VeMO/ \ 5 G Y s c c s B T * V\ 4 V.,