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TIME PLACE, AND PEO: The definition of Sridntition to, to the ability one’s environment ‘with, to time, pla place, ‘ad ; ott to Far me, absendation all-state one hot August afternoon when I was, born. After, breathing the air in htis strange world, I knew that I would have trouble adjusting to other—things,_too. . My_first__bad time came with the names; we never saw eye to eye co the time that I was to be fed. Parents, too, seemed eo strange. After all, who likes ‘ go to sleep just because it’s dark outside! For my next problem, take teachers. Yes, by all means, do take the teachers. At least that’s what I thought the first week of school. It took me quite a few years to realize that teachers weren’t around just to make it hard for me. Oh, yes, I can’t leave out my graduation from grade school when I had to adjust to heels. That in itself wouldn’t have been bad, but I also had to walk th em. Before learning to drive, I had ridden in cars for fifteen years. As for driving, it looked easy from my side of the car. It took a bit of getting used to, but I finally learned that steering the car where I wanted it to go wasn't all there was to driving. ‘Boys! Ever since I’ve been lit tle, it seems as if I’ve just gotten orientated to boys’ when they change so much that I have to become orientated all over again. My mother says that I probably orientated to believes qHentited to Cent she peieves as they will learn to let along ‘ny wa ways, with Since, my first breath on that hot ‘August day, I have dome a long way; but I still, must face being orientated in many, many different ways, will therer, Become completely ON BEING ORIENTATED — By Jerry Tangye. I have lived here, in Rockton for nearly Sixteen years of my life. What or have I done? Am I contributing to ciety whatever should be? Mankind is continual ly progressing. Do I have anything to contribute to this progress? If so, am I heading in the right direc tion? I must discover what my ob ligation to mankind is, but I don't know how. Do I just guess? Let’s compare a sculptor form ing a huge statue of a man to us, forming our own lives. He is form ing an ear now. It is coming along nicely. Finished, it is a beautiful ear. But when the sculptor steps back, away from the statue, he can see that all is not well. He has put them in the back of the head. ‘When he was up close to the statue, he could not see and emopare the ear to the rest of the body. If I could only back away from life and observe it from a distance, I’m sure I could “put the ear where it belongs.” But I can’t do this, no one can. We shall all have to guess where the car be longs and put it there, right or wrong. Perhaps death or old age is what brings us the opportunity to stand back and observe life from a distance. HERE I STAND — By Kathy Rogers. For many people, finding a place in society is an interminable quest. They flit from hair color to hair color, from job to job, and even from husband to husband. For others, the ever-turning wheels of existence have worn a comfortable rut into which they niche them selves much as a worm burrows into the earth. But for me, no mystery beckons, no habit con fines. I just breathe the good, clean air of freedom, and, every day, waver between the raw fear of an atomic blast and the wary hope of peace in the cold war. I am one of the highly publicized pressured youth, bringing fresh blood to a stagnating nation and new hope to a tired religion. A veteran target of television soap commercials and vote-conscious politicians, I am not so gullible as were my parents at this age and am already aware of my re sponsibilities as a citizen. Here I stand, I am an American. The local community Sees me and my friends as wild Hot ders or mischievous little chit on.... Sunday school picnic. They depreciated the taxes wasted on our schools and compete for our pa tronage in their drug stores. And they are all right. Here I stand, average teenager. A diligent student and organ izer, I have learned to speak up and —speak out to stand and be counted. But after all, I am just another, student, lost behind a fa cade of lipstack, crepe paper, and exam schedules. Here I stand, high school student. The typical teenage daughter, I bake sensational chocolate cakes and run up clothing bills. I wash dinner dishes for a weary mother and hang drippy nylons on the bathroom mirror. I am beauty con sultant for one neighbor and sa ncy another with my blasting radio. I am guardian of the baby, per sonal counselor for my little sis ter, athletic instructor for a young er brother, critical judge of Moth er, and the pride and joy of Father. Here I stand, typical big sister. I in the eyes of a more harsh but just judge, the Creator, I am reduced to my proper perspective. I appear to be a scrawny young bird, just now growing feathers, and prematurely straining to leave the nest. I am an unfinished prod uct, growing but not giving, learn ing but not serving. Here I stand, young Christian. When I look inside the shell that encases my being, I see a struggle between good and evil, the strong and the weak, the mind and the stomach. I see mourning at the death of a delicate fingernail and grief for the loss of a cherished bauble. Take away the hair spray and girdles, and I see a Utire girl, curious about her life and anxious to find its meaning. Here I stand, Kathryn Rogers. ON BECOMING ORIENTATED By Kay Ferron. Although I do not feel orien tated, I do believe that it is my duty to attempt to pattern myself after an ideal person. This kind of person is pleasant at all times and fits in well with a group. He generally fits himself into his position so as not to cause dis turbance or discord, but peace and harmony. Working for the latter increases his adaptability to his situation. No longer thinking sole ly of himself, he searches for and finds ways to assist other people in their work. His colleagues as well as the people he meets think well of him. In becoming orientated I believe he would to try to bring Harlopiness to others and in so do ing, gain happint’e himself. It is pou ‘hope that Someday I will achieve this status. HERE I STAND, LIKE IT OR NOIT—By Janis Wire. Orientation is Becming astniit ed ‘with one’s surroundings, calcu lating relationships to them, and adjusting position accordingly. Be ing in harmony with environment is important, but if that ‘environ ment demands conduct which con tradicts an individual’ 5 ideal¢s ‘or principles, the person may resist these external pressures entirely and become peculiar to that so ciety, remove himself to a climate better suited to his personality, or “When in Rome, do as the Rom ans do.” When a child emerges as an in dependent organism, he begins to form definite relationships to the world about him, first physically, then to family, finally to society. After his family has ceased to be his entire world, he realizes that his comrades follow certain patterns of dress, speech, and ac tion, and he is molded according ly. Later, he matures to a certain extent and become aware of choices ate and bad. From then on, he wee a antes or by the ghrean of aes de iby or, Respon may be ing isolored in ithe Person” whip, anyone any trouble. ec. never expresses an op sat is knows What those about. him ex orieated to the point LW, here he pect and ‘replies Perea gly, re liably, not stopping to consider it. I am not endorsing the idea of nonconformity, which implies re sistance to all forces exerted, but I do endorse the original thinker who disagrees because he has a better solution, defies authority be cause it is unjust and does not live a series of conditioned reflexes. In life, as in flying, the pilot must be oriented, aware of wind velocity, terrain, ceiling, variable factors, but must plot his course by the same stars for a private singular destination, and undeveloped phenomenon at the time of my Deirth, and now there are enough atomic Weapons to destroy. Those, who ¢e covered Atomic power are nearing the end of their lives. The space age generation will carry on the work that has of mai wile Tat to te fixe of will I Oo be used for the benefit or dentrantion tion of today’s youth. Being a high school junior, I am one of many who are respon sible for the future. Will I be able to adjust to the futtire and sensi bly confront its many problems? My parents and teachers have done muth to make this orientation to the space age as easy as possible. First, I have been given a basic introduction to the atom and atomic power, and through research on my own for a term paper have obtained a substantial understand ing of the atom and the sects it holds. This knowledge will be of the utmost importance to me as I start my travel through life. Second, I have been given a Christian background which will aid me in making sound and right eous decisions. How needed God’s Presence is in a future which will have no limits on power I must have the courage and convict The rest will be up to me. I tiow to do what I think is right. My orientation began in the first min ute of my life and has been con tinuing ever since. The future will require new adjustments to a ra pidly changing environment which someday may include other planets in the universe. I stand at the door to life, the past is history, the future is mystery.
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Rockton Herald
Rockton, Illinois, US
Thu, May 30, 1963
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