How about some lights in the girls' washrooms? It's really very aggravating to run into walls, towel dispensers, and other such things while being of a very desperate state. In the time generously allotted for us to rush in there, it would certainly be easier to get going if we could see past the hallway light that shines in.
Of course, it's not always like that. There's always one or two days during the school year when the sun shines brilliantly through the fogged windows of those certain johns facing the sun. But that doesn't seem to comfort the 30 plus girls who stumble into elbows of those trying to brush their hair, not sure if they're facing the mirrors or not.
I'd hate to have my worst memories of the energy crisis be of my high school washrooms where I've used someone's shirt to wipe my hands because I couldn't see the towels.
May I suggest some courses of action? Either get a couple more light bulbs in these washrooms or distribute flashlights or matches amongst us early morning washroom freaks.
I'm writing this, to inform and to hopefully get results for those, like me, who have been stumbling around in the dark for years.
Melinda Vaughn
I'd like to make a comment concerning Brock Aker's "Bench Beat" that was printed in the February 22 issue.
I thought that it was an overall good article, but I strongly resent the fact that he used the slang "Russkies" to represent the Russians.
If I am not mistaken, one of "The Maine Ways" is non‑prejudice, and it really hurts to see something like that printed in our Westerner.
I do hope that nothing like that will ever slip by again.
Sue Melchert
Dear Editor:
I think the Girls' Physical Education Department owes their junior and senior classes an apology.
Recently, all of these classes were instructed to report to L-101 for a special program. Somehow, I disagree considering the program consisted of a representative from the Moser Business School, who felt it was his duty to tell us that we'd better get some skills since after the age of 21 women "only have" a 50 percent chance of getting married.
Obviously, his presentation was informative; but it was nonetheless grossly insulting. His act included an anecdote about his wife's inability to understand the game of tennis, a discourse on the horror of dirty fingernails, a hysterical imitation of a walk that will ruin any girls' chances of being a Gal Friday, and a reassurance that women who engage in sports really can be "soft and feminine." Needless to say, I slept better that night. Maybe I am being too harsh, but I feel that this presentation, which was basically a pitch for the business school, would have been more meaningful to a group of office occupations students. It is rather sad to be a victim of generalization by members of your own sex.
Jane Dodds