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Sweepstakes Winner 2006 Texas Intercollegiate Press Association Staff Editorial THE WICHITAN VIEWPOINTS Finalist 2004 Associated Collegiate Press Pacemaker Award Oct. 17, 2007 Recycle Please The average American discards seven and a half pounds of garbage every day. Imagine how much waste is collected on any given day. Multiply it by 300 million then by 365. Yeah, it’s a staggering number but that’s not all. Forests, rivers and other wildlife are damaged every day due to the increasing amounts of garbage that’s carelessly tossed. MSU does its part to add to the wasteful glut. An aluminum can here, a plastic bottle there. Forage through garbage and you’ll find Styrofoam food containers galore. Faculty do their part, too, by filling their office trash containers with papers of all stripes. So much for computers leading to a paperless society. Light of realization for victims of cancer We can all plea guilty, but what are we doing about it? On campus, not enough. things that I’m afraid of. But when someone asks me what my greatest fear is, my answer is always cancer. Because out of everything in this world nothing scares me more than cancer. I’m afraid of losing someone I love to cancer. That’s a horrible, slow and painful way to die. As I learned this past year, there is nothing more difficult than having to watch someone go through surgery to remove a tumor only to discover that the cancer spread too much for the surgery to even help. Then having to watch that person grow weaker and weaker because of the different types of chemo-therapy that were used. All you can do is watch, pray and hope that they will somehow get better. But what scares me even more than seeing one of my loved ones go through that? The thought that I will probably one day have to go through that. But the fear is different. I’m not afraid of the actual cancer. I’m afraid of what the cancer might do to me. I’m a very independent person and cancer forces you to lean on other people for almost everything. Cancer is very humbling…sometimes too humbling. From what I have witnessed, when a person has cancer it becomes all about that person. They become the center of attention. Other people are either trying to help heal them, help them get around and do daily routine activities, or they are doing things to help the people who are helping them. I enjoy being the center of attention, but I do not want that to be a way of getting people to pay attention to me. Then there are the effects of the chemo. This is where I really start to get scared. Chemo is supposed to help you get better, and a majority of the time it does work. But what about how tired it makes a person feel, or how weak it makes you? Your appetite changes and so does your behavior. You no longer feel like doing the things you used to do because you just don’t have the energy. And who wants to go and do everyday activities when they have this box constantly around their neck that is pumping chemicals into your body? Not something I would opt for. Then after the chemo gets underway, your hair begins to fall out. For guys this isn’t always such a big thing except for the symbolism factor that goes along with it. But for most girls, their hair is part of who they are. It helps to make us feel good about ourselves. I know I wouldn’t feel like me if I didn’t have my hair. And then on top of already feeling self-conscious, people look at you with…THAT look. What’s THAT look? It’s the one that I have used so many times and I have seen other people use it so many times. It’s the “I want to know why they don’t have any hair but it’s rude to ask” like how long has she had cancer, is it really cancer or did she just shave her head, what kind of cancer does she have and how bad is it and is she going to die are the questions that people think when they have that look. It’s the look that comes along with the pity. The people who are nicer to you because you might be dying soon or because they think you are more fragile. It’s the look that follows a cancer patient. For four months whenever I looked at my grandfather I had that look on my face and in my eyes. Whenever he moved I wanted to cry because it was slower movements. For the first time, I saw him move like someone his age might move. He stopped playing the piano as much because he didn’t have the energy to. On days when he had doctors appointments that is all he did because it would wear him out so much that he had to go back home and sleep. I had that pity look because whenever I looked into his eyes I saw the same twinkle that I had always seen, except behind the twinkle was pain and fear. He is in remission now, but I still can’t help but to look at him with that look sometimes when I think about what a different person he has had to become because he had to change. I had this fear of cancer long before my grandfather got sick. For a while after he was diagnosed I thought the fear might be gone because he had survived something that crept up so quick. But I can’t help to be afraid of it still because it’s such a powerful thing. How is a person not supposed to fear something that can come in and change how you look, act, feel and behave? Why does it seem like MSU students have no school spirit and support for any sport that is not football? Yes, I love NICHOL PHILLIPS footFOR THE WICHITAN our ball team. They play hard every time, but why doesn’t our 20-3 volleyball team get anyone to come out and cheer them on or even our 12-2 men’s soccer team and 8-3-2 women’s soccer team? In the case of soccer, I know there’s some NCAA rule that states our cheerleaders can’t cheer at the games as they would at a football game (in uniform). And I will give them their praise for actually showing up at soccer games, but I’m not in love with the way they show support. They sporadically shout some little cheer, which the rest of the crowd can actually drown out by just talking while they’re cheering. All I ask is that our cheerlead- ers give us some more! Cheer like you’re happy to be there. On the last Thursday in September, we faced Cameron University in the Red River Rivalry volleyball game. Cameron came with quite a few supporters, their mascot and cheerleaders. And even though we beat them three straight games, they were louder than us, and their supporters only made up for one-third of the crowd. Their mascot kept dancing, their cheerleaders kept cheering, and their fans kept supporting. I don’t know if people don’t come out to support these sports because they don’t understand them or because of a lack of interest, but what I must say is that it is quite depressing to see how little support we show soccer, especially women’s soccer and volleyball. This is a desperate plea from me, a fellow MSU student, to all of you. Please come out and support our athletes. They deserve it. This is our university. If we don’t have school spirit, who will? Take a tour through the buildings and you’ll spot very few recycling bins. Sure, several are scattered about the Clark Student Center but that’s about the extent of it. Even here, students fall short. Peer inside them and you’re likely to discover students are using them for trash instead of for their proper use. A big paper recycling bin has been set up outside Moffett Library. However, with a wooden fence surrounding it, most students are probably unaware of its existence. As a nation, we continue to churn out more and more garbage. When one landfill is full we create another. It’s easy to shrug off the problem with the idea that someone will one day solve it. If it’s going to be solved its going to take all of us. For starters, MSU should do more and set an example. The school spends money for new buildings and facilities. Why can’t a little be set aside to start up a serious campus recycling program? More individual bins for aluminum, plastic and paper need to be placed throughout the campus. Student organizations could start a student awareness campaign to get things going. Individually, each student needs to know that he or she can make a difference. Did you know that recycling four Sunday newspapers each month is the equivalent of saving four trees per year? Recycling five cans each week is the equivalent of saving enough energy for 15 hours of TV viewing. Yeah, it all adds up. Unless things change America will some day be one big wasteland. It could happen. We’re well on our way. 3410 Taft Blvd. Box 14 • Wichita Falls, Texas 76308 News Desk (940) 397-4704 • Advertising Desk (940) 397-4705 Fax (940) 397-4025 • E-mail Web site: CARLY BURRES FOR THE WICHITAN Spiders, choking, the water grates and drainage ditches that line streets and sidewalks. These are the Save for football, school spirit lagging Copyright © 2007. The Wichitan is a member of the Texas Intercollegiate Press Association. The Wichitan reserves the right to edit any material submitted for publication. Opinions expressed in The Wichitan do not necessarily reflect those of the students, staff, faculty, administration or Board of Regents of Midwestern State University. First copy of the paper is free of charge; additional copies are $1. The Wichitan welcomes letters of opinion from students, faculty and staff submitted by the Friday before intended publication. Letters should be brief and without abusive language or personal attacks. Letters must be typed and signed by the writer and include a telephone number and address for verification purposes. The editor retains the right to edit letters. THE WICHITAN Reporters Richard Carter Rachel Tompkins Courtney Foreman Advertising Manager Rebecca Ferguson Managing Editor Brittany Norman Photographers Joel Abeyta Lauren Williams Copy Editor Haley Cunningham Op-Ed Editor Christian McPhate Graphic Artist Robert Redmon Adviser Randy Pruitt Editorial Board Editor-in-Chief Krystle Carey Entertainment Editor Konnie Sewell Sports Editor Josh Mujica Photo Editor Patrick Johnston

Oct 17, 2007

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