opinion
| FRANKLY SPEAKING
Science complex,
please!
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Completion of a new science complex
at the College relies directly on a state
legislative decision to appropriate ap
proximately 65 percent of total costs. But $
ultimately, completion relies on student
voice.
The College Board of Education can
approach the legislature with the facts
regarding the practicality of a science
wing. But it lies on the students’
shoulders to promote the incentive for
the building’s worthiness.
Without the new complex, the College
will suffer financially in terms of
declining FTE (full time equivalency) and
increasing utility and maintenance costs.
But the students will suffer more.
The extreme is that continual use of the
modular buildings, which are already
outdated, has already caused apathy
towards the science curriculum, resulting g
in negative response to the field of scien
ce. The reality is, without state support,
the College can only afford to build half g
the needed facility.
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“Excuse me. Could you please direct
me to Science, room 191? I have'a class
scheduled therefor this term. ”
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Seriously, is that the kind of science
building you want on your campus?
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This article was reprinted
from the Jan. 18 issue of
the Daily Barometer, the
student newspaper at
Oregon State University.
By Bruce Whitefield
It was a late and dreary
Saturday night. Sick of
homework, deserted by my
girlfriend, and too young for
bars,' I prowled the campus
restlessly.
Pacing the empty halls of the
MU, I wORntrprited by ah’
unusual sight. A doorway
ringed by flashing lights and a
sign
proclaiming:
THE
university : improved
ODDS
THROUGH
EDUCATION. Curious, I en
tered.
The room was crowded.
People jammed around tables,
shouting and waving books in
the air. I proceeded to the
nearest group for a closer look.
“Place your books, ladies
and gentlemen. Lay down
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your tuition,” an official
looking person was saying.
“The spinning ; dice = of the
Biochemistry Table are about
to roll. Will the young lady at
the end care to make the toss?”
There was a flurry of last
minùfe< bets, then a hushed
silence as the white cubes dan
ced. Jd
. “I did it! I did it!” A mousy
looking character shouted. “1
graduated! Look everyone, I
graduated!”
“Very good, miss,” the
dealer said »suavely. “Would .
you care to try for a higher
degree?”
At this point my attention
was caught by screams from
across the room. I watched as
two burly men in white jackets
dragged a raving guest out.
“Poor guy,” said a voice at
my elbow, “Dropped out on
the math matrix,” I turned to
look down at a withered, gray
haired bld man.
“You’re new,” he said.
“How can you tell?”
“Oh, after ten years as a
graduate student here, I can
tell,” he said - .“It’s my rright off.
I’ll show you around, if you
like.”
“Gee, thanks. If it doesn’t
take too much of your time.”
>I “Not at all,” he said, leading
me through the crowd. RS0
nice to have someone to talk
to. So many people take these
games tbo seriously.”
“We’ve got everything
here,” my guide said as we*
wandered around the room.
“Games of skill, like Business.”-!
I-glanced at what appeared to ,
me a giant Monopoly^ board.
“Or gamestof chance, like
Nuclear Physics. Care to try
one?”'
“Sure,” F said. We winded
our way to the bookstore.
“These tablés aren’t rigged,”
I was informed as the clerk
changed my hard-earned cash
into textbooks. “But there is a
percentage
factor.
The
Bookstore is the only sure wih-
ner. ” i hefted, my books and
headed towards the nearest
tablé.
“Not there!” My guide
steered me away. “That’s Pre
Med. All you win there is a
chance1'at thé Med School
Wheel. Try-Engineering.”^?
“Pièce yoür bet's,” thé
Engineering dealer said as we
stepped up, “What are a few
texts’ compared to the chance
of a secure future?” I tossed a
book out at random.
’ “Sir,” the dealer said
' through his nose, “This table
does have a minimum bet
' limit.”
“Oh. How much do I need?’
The dealer transferred i
wTiol<a pile onto the tag
“That’s about right. It’s all
nothing in Engineering, kid.”
“But . . .,”1 protested,!
the game was already him
-way. The other players®
C.hed the board intently, m
dowf'n equations that flash
there.. I was disgusted®
myself for losing the whole®
at once.
Suddenly, everyone«
Crowding around, pound
my back.
“Congratulations! Von di
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. “Wow! A diploma '*'¡1
honors and a forty thou’jobo
fer!”
My guide tugged at j
sleeve JrOK, ” he said,
won. Now you've got I
escape. They’ll be here a
second — Research Grant
Second Job Offers and P«
looking for Graduate Sav(
They won’t let you leave 4
your winnings." He drag?
me towards the door.
Too late. The way 4
blocked' by a pair of M
Administrators.
“Hey, we've got a spd
deal ...” they quoted, ad«
cing toward me.
With a heavy sigh I squj
my shoulders and turned
face life in the real world.
Wednesday, January 24,1’