Lights out-again! The ironically termed cogeneration plant had its share of problems during the course of the year. After many power failures and a brief fire, the plant rose to its feet and began to function as it should. - photo by the Co-generation Plant . Britt Howard Jones - Batesville, AR Danielle Lashaun Jones - Picayune, MS Kimberly Lynn Jones - Little Rock, AR Lisa Ann Jones - Dearborn Heights, MI Sandra Lee Jones - Searcy, AR Wayne Allen Jones - Rock Falls, IL Amy Lora Jordan - Graham, NC Susa.n Nanette Jouett - Little Rock, AR Phillip Joyner - Cherokee Village, AR Kathy Lynne Joynes - Elkton, KY Jina Layne Keil - Brownwood, TX Betty Jean Kellems - Hesperia, CA Shayna Rae Kelly - Bradenton , FL Saundra Kay Kelsey - Fern Creek, KY Randi Lee Kerby - McKinney, TX Paul Don Killingsworth - Forrest City, AR Kimberly K. Kilpatrick - Springdale, AR Linda Sue King · Sistersville, WV Tommy Ray King - Streator, IL Jill Michelle Kinser · Middletown, OH Todd Renon Kirkpatrick - Harrison, AR John J. Klein - Littleton, CO Eliubeth Kathryn Knight - Carbondale, IL Robert Wmslow Knight - Hendersonville, TN Martin Webb Koonce - N. Little Rock, AR Jeryn Fae Kuehn - Kaufman, TX Sharon Elaine Kunkle - Selah, WA Junko Kusunose • Kochi, Japan Tammy Kathleen Laird • Little Rock, AR Thomas Allen Land · Gainesville, FL Lisa Dawn Landis - Paragould, AR Rhoda Jeneane Lanier - Houston, TX Rhonda Sue Lanier - Houston, TX Sean Andrews LeCave - Memphis, TN Cheok Yuen Lee - Singapore, Republic of Singapore 134 Shades of Sophomores The No-generation Plant 9 :47 p.m. on a typical December evening at Harding - everything humming along as usual. You were in the library, of course, frantically collecting sources for a left-over term paper. You always did hate leftovers. Your best friend, Bob, was in the computer center, rabidly working on the 178 paged program he'd been hacking away at all semester. Then, in one ugly moment, the whole neat structure of your existence was kicked out from under you as easily as if it were a tower of tinkertoys. With a sound like your lttle brother makes when landing his toy spaceship, THE LIGHTS WENT OUT! While waiting in the pitch dark, notecard in hand, for the librarian to find a flashlight, your first feeling was one of annoyance. Hadn't this happened just one too many times? You hadn't complained when the power had gone out during the night before the first day of classes, and your electric alarm not only failed to rouse you for your 8 o'clock class or for chapel, but even let you sleep through lunch, and only blinked 12:00, 12:00, 12:00 innocently when you punished it by hitting it with a rolled-up newspaper. You hadn't written any letters to the editor when the lights shut down while you were in the mailroom after chapel, and you were nearly trampled to death. But now you had to admit, albeit reluctantly, that the co-generation plant was perhaps not the wisest financial investment the university had ever made. While you pondered over these thoughts a horrible qualm caused your pancreas to convulse painfully, Bob! His 178 paged program! When the power went down, had Bob's life's work been sucked into the inaccessible twilight of electronic limbo? You leapt up, injuring a librarian, and groped madly out the front door of Beaumont Memorial, but as you started toward the computer center you were arrested by a blood-curdling cry. Turning, you saw Bob poised on the pinnacle of the Administration Building, a few sheets of torn print-out flapping from his clenched fist. As the power surged back on a moment later and "Jingle Bells" came wafting over the loudspeakers, you sighed and turned away. The cogeneration plant had claimed yet another victim in its ceaseless quest for blood, and you could only wonder, "Will I be next?" . <W - Sherry Daniel
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