Broward Community College - Silver Sands Yearbook (Fort Lauderdale, FL)

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,,,, 1'--s is.-'wifi 17 I er 1 , , MMM! If j -- E ie lil?-F4310 5 -J I Florida is the only state in the nation with more registered motor vehicles than licensed drivers. This startling fact has jolted john Law into action. HERE comes a day in each of our lives when our oversights catch up with us. Much to my distress, I have just completed such a day. Our state and local law-enforcement agencies have initiated a new program aimed at the apprehension of unli- censed and improperly licensed drivers. As luck would have it, I was one of the culprits. I harbor no animosity towards our law enforce- ment agencies, for they had just cause. Florida is the only state in the nation with more registered motor Vehicles than licensed drivers. This startling fact has jolted John Law into action. At this point you should take heed, stop, and check your license to be sure it's up to date. I arose the fateful morning of my day in jail, quite inapprehensively, for little did I know that the long arm of the law was at that moment prepara- ing to make a pinch. I went complacently through my morning rituals, not realizing that my criminal actions were catching up with me. I was not a member of an organized syndicate of professional law breakers whose mouthpieces tell them to cool it when they have stepped over the line of the law. I was just a lone racketeer who had not realized that the heat was on. In my daily role of Honest John Citizen, I had left my home and had driven leisurely to a prearranged meeting with the editor of this very same magazine. CToday I cannot help but think that, maybe, she fingered me for the trapj Almost to my destination, I came upon a road block. Pulling my car to a halt, I noticed the leer in the officer's eyes. He knew at that moment he had found his suspect, and he would soon add another arrest to his laurels. In complete ignorance, I pleaded guilty to the charge of driving without proper license, and was carted off to the cooler. ff r BY SID ROWE ,.a-S' I -4:7 l ,1-ff N 1 if In complete ignorance, I pleaded guilty to the charge of driving without proper license, and was carted oft to the cooler. 21

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46 auf., The CDNFORMIST HE words conformity and non-conformity are curious words relating to that curious thing called man. Conformity has probably changed meaning more than any other word, and yet people are always trying to define it and use it as a label. Silver Sands decided to show a few in- stances in which the word has lost its meaning or changed its context. A long time ago, jane and Billy had a thing called respect for their elders. There was no big issue made of it. They simply had respect: for their par- ents, for the law, for the church they would attend once a week. Things began to change and by the time Jane and Bill had children of their own, respect was square and an out of it thing to have. People began to march instead of think, play golf or sleep late on Sundays, break the law if they didn't approve and in general, lose Respect. It wasn't long before the morals of our country began to go down, too. People were just too civil- ized to say 'fNo anymore, even when something inside wished they could. Suddenly, the Beatniks, the Vietniks and all the other niks were dictating what a man should be- lieve in to be 'with it'. Someone began telling you what to wear, how to act, how to speak, saying if everyone did this then you would be an individualist, a Non-Conformist. That seems a bit curious. If everyone is doing the same things in the same ways then who is the real non-conformist? Who's left? Who's left is that fellow who is not in the best clique in school, but who gets an education. Who wears clothes he likes or those that look best on him. Who's left is the kid who has respect for the adults around him. I-Ie's the square. the guy who is out of it. not in with today's time. And he is the only individualist left. He does what he wants or thinks best. and some- times from advice he received from his parents. Parents, you remember them? How long has it been since you kissed your mother or father, in public? Or told someone how proud you were of a member of your family? How long has it been since you and your whole family spent an evening together? Or gone on a date and talked, about all sorts of things. getting to know one another? When did you last help someone who needed it without feeling guilty if a friend found out? When did you stick up for something about your personal self. like religion. when someone attacked it? For some curious reason these things just don't happen much anymore. Neither do many others not mentioned. just think for a minute about some of the things you were embarrassed to do in front of friends. and yet you knew there was nothing really wrong in doing them. We have become embarrassed because the old fashioned standards that our parents grew up with are not in anymore. This is sad be- cause there is really nothing wrong with these values. The point then. is this: if we would all do what we like, old-fashioned or not, then maybe we could begin to rebuild what is in and out. We have nothing to lose but conformity. 23