The Bison – February 8, 1991

"Enjoy in moderation."
Moderation. Something this school obviously doesn't know about when it comes to the cooling heating system in the summer. Or is it the other way around? Hmm, the ones these days.
The students have learned to dress accordingly to the weather, but when it comes to spending hours in school freezing in our bus, sauna, dressing accordingly, appropriately, come under fire. Pun intended.
He is proposed dress code for the student body (staff included.)
Wear articles of clothing from کمر to outer layer.

Monday: Thermal underwear, woolen socks, a turtleneck, jeans, sweater, scarf, stocking cap, a warm jacket, gloves, mitt, and layers. One can remove the jacket. Under no circumstances should ladies wear a scarf.
During the week, one can ease into the warmer climate by gradually removing one layer at a time, but
By the time Fridays around, a tee shirt and shorts is the best thing to wear. Simply because nudity is not allowed in school.
The Bison room is always warm. Staff members have been conditioned to withstand the extremes in temperature, despite the frost on the walls and the rubber cement smelling.

In a time and holiday meant for love, I am torn apart inside by the war. I am sure I will always remember watching Family Ties on channel nine, drinking a Coke and wondering if it would really happen. A special report from CNN comes on the screen and, at that moment, I knew that it had started.

I watched Tom Brokaw for 45 minutes, and my eyes glazed over. How long would it last? Would they reinstate the draft?

I watched the same Patriot Missile knock down the same SCUD missile over and over, and every person that had ever enlisted in the United States Military instantly became an expert on one thing or another, I couldn’t take it.

I left the house, and burned all kinds of gasoline driving into town and talked and cried with everyone. I left with some friends, and went to a movie.

At least I got away from the world for two hours.

In the very least I am confused. I wish I could stay blissfully ignorant and think that the U.S. is going to whip Saddam’s butt and it will be over, but unfortunately I torture myself by watching the news and learning the real truth about what it’s like over there, and how a war is never easy. I just don’t know what to think anymore.

The press is filled with the demonstrations, both for and against the war. I can see both sides, but I can’t totally commit myself to one absolute side. I don’t like seeing the flag being torched on the capital steps, but then I think that maybe it is just a piece of cloth.

I am driving myself insane thinking about Operation Desert Storm, constantly questioning my feelings and forming opinions which I often doubt.

I cannot tell what I am feeling, but I know what I am not.

I am not waiting for the new cultural revolution, for people to start growing their hair and wearing love beads and bell bottoms screaming “peace” and “screw the system.”

I am not looking forward to more Kent State or bra or draft card burnings, or burning down ROTC buildings on college campuses. If the one at UMD burns down next year, I would probably get blamed for it.

Trust me.

I am not looking forward to my boyfriend or husband marching off to war and being shot or taken prisoner.

I am not looking forward to one of these war happy countries finally breaking out the reserves of poison gas that were declared illegal after World War One. Or how about germ warfare? I can just see the Iraqi’s opening up little vials of influenza, smallpox, tuberculosis.

What a lovely thought.

Hussein threatens, but we don’t know for sure. I think the not knowing and the waiting is worse than actually knowing, then I’d know what to expect.

Did anyone else have this sick feeling sweep over them when Hussein showed American POW’s on video?

I wish the Armed forces would send me some Iraqi POW’s, make them drink beer, force them to eat pork, and read Salman Rushdie’s “The Satanic Verses” out loud to them before their hourly torture.

Did anyone ever hear the song “Give Peace a Chance?” John Lennon sang that over and over during the Vietnam War, and no one listened to him. Now they are playing it again, it’s all over the radio, but his song is it this time.

There are still POW’s in Vietnam, so that war is still being fought today. A war is not over until they all come home.

This war will not be over until I can come home with answers to my questions.

What does one think in times like these?

As I look over the piles of college mail that I can proudly throw away since I finally selected my future school, it brings to mind simple changes in my life and the life of BHS these last four years.

Not many can remember a time when the mall, was completely round, and the senior mall locker islands were actually full-sized, rather than the “waist-high” replicas we now have.

And lockers are purple, gray, and orange, instead of blue, brown, and orange. Tell me, of all colors to remain the same, why orange? Did the school administration want to make the persons that work at orange-clad fast food establishments to feel “right at home”? Or is it because school lunch sales were down and orange is the color to induce hunger? Or did Wayne’s Hardware have a huge paint liquidation sale, the kind that just runs off the sales charts?

Or, better yet, is it because those who had to make the decision couldn’t make up their minds and said, “Or...or...(ange)!”

And the carpet is gray. Well, sort-of gray, a slightly dalmatian dog speckled gray. Sort-of a brownish gray, well like a chameleon, it changes colors. Maybe one day it will turn black and blue or...or...orange!

And a track around the football field was constructed. Of course, not to be walked on or anything, save the few pigeons which land on the beautiful red-red, catch that? Are you surprised it’s not orange?--surface.

And there is a new gym, a new computer lab and a new east wing. (I am not talking about the pigeons this time.) And the rock has “grown” four or five inches on each side, thanks to the layers of tar and paint--no doubt purchased at the same paint liquidation sale.

And we’ve expanded our activities, with various additions of sports and academic competition.

And for the first time in a long time, BHS has had the very same principals--all of them--for more than two years.

Oh, and my editorials editor has orange hair now. She used to be a light brunette, then she tried out platinum blonde, which didn’t work, so she had her hair tipped black--not exactly becoming her--and now it is an “interesting” shade of orange.

I can’t get away from the color orange. Even the chair I’m sitting in is orange!

Quick check, are you?
Seems to me a lot of things are different from when I entered the “big” high school four years ago. I wonder if the color orange is one of the few things left of the “old way.”

I will always cherish orange as the symbol of my high school career, and perhaps this year’s prom committee will show true school spirit and name orange as one of the prom colors.

I’ll truly miss this orange--oh, I mean school.

Sigh.

Recently there was a joyous occasion at the Bakke house. I was accepted to Bethany Lutheran College in Mankato, Minnesota. You know, Bethany, the college where my parents met and fell in love. Bethany, however, has it’s drawbacks. No wrestling team, for example, but I’ve prepared myself. I went to a basketball game. The Gym looks different without a mat in it.

The waiting is over. I, finally know that all these years of hard work have paid off. I consider myself lucky, there are still many seniors who don’t know what they are going to do, where they are going to go, or who they are going to be.

Freshmen, sophomores and juniors don’t feel left out. The senior year can be as fun to observe as to experience. All of you with brothers or sisters who are seniors know what I’m talking about. They walk around in tears mumbling something like: “I’ll never get into college with my grades, and my ACT scores, I must have been sleeping when I took the test, I’m never going to make it, I might as well be a bus driver.” Soon the fear subsides when they get that envelope in the mail. And you know what that means, you get your room.

No kidding.

I’ve lived through it with Eric, and now it’s a part of life. I’ve witnessed different reactions when people finally get accepted. Now it’s your turn be the detectives, get it on film, it makes great black-mail.

The relieved, this person will be running, jumping, singing, they had been turned down by five other schools. They are finally college bound.

The Bragger, they have skywriting: “Herbert Hoover was accepted with full ride scholarship at Harvard, Yale, Oxford, St. Cloud...” or they take out a full page ad in a local newspaper.

“I knew I would make it.” Another typical response, these are the people who secretly were pacing the floors until all hours of the morning.

I, of course, had a completely different reaction. Golden Boy. If you have ever had my father for a teacher you know about Golden Boy. The Superman, the perfect example of perfectness.

For years my father has told me: “Don’t worry you’ll go to Bethany and meet Golden Boy.” I just hope I can find him. Maybe a homing device--it could work.

I already have my roommate picked out, people keep telling me not to room with a friend. Just as long as she doesn’t steal Golden Boy, we should get along fine.

But that’s another story.

No kidding.

The season of love is upon us once again.

Boyfriends and girlfriends are walking arm in arm down the hall slower than ever. They stop, and the female one usually leans against the wall or some other protruding edifice. The couple gaze love struck in each others eyes, and a kiss is exchanged, either a light peck on the cheek or an act of liposuction with practically a gallon of saliva slopped on each other. Then the eyes darken, dreading the next fifty minutes spent away from the significant other.

After careful scrunitization of the types of loves and lovers at BHS, The Bison has come up with seven types of lovers.

1. The Biff and Bambie lovers.

This couple has been going together since seventh grade. They walk around the halls holding hands, and Biff carries Bambie's lunch for her because, of course, she can't possibly carry that heavy lunch tray. These two are usually found at the weekend parties in someone's woods, drinking like fish, and the rest is unprintable.

2. The "best friends" lovers.

These are slightly different from the Biff and Bambie lovers, that is, they are equal, and they view their relationship as a very good friendship, with a few hot moments of romance thrown in. These lovers usually spend a lot of time at each others' house, just spend time talking and getting to know each other better, and truly enjoy being in each others' company.

3. The casual lovers.

They aren't aware they are going out. They will sit together at lunch, or maybe go to a movie, but that's about it. Everyone teases them about being secret lovers, but they cast off any attempts to seriously begin dating.

4. The "must have a boy/girlfriend" lovers.

These lovers are just going out to show that they have someone, and probably because they don't want to stand out like a sore thumb going to prom stag. These lovers lack starch in their backbone and don't have the guts to do something by themselves. Often times these lovers turn to each other since they can't get any one else.

5. The "denial of love" lovers.

This couple is the opposite of the "must haves". They are the best of friends, and share a brain, but vehemently deny any love between the two. These two fight all of the time, but this usually turns into something romantic, despite the caution not to.

6. The obsessive compulsive lovers.

This "couple" does not have a relationship, since it is completely one-sided. One person secretly loves the other from afar, or rather, worships him/her. This person is a quiet one, and can be found sitting alone ogling the one he or she loves, writing down their name over and over, daydreaming about how wonderful and perfect life will be with that other person next to them. Obviously, this love is a crush, and is aptly named because people are "crushed" in the end. (But they usually bounce back.)

7. The "need not" lovers.

The thought of going out with someone makes the "need nots" sick. The "need nots" are found as the PDA police, sticking their fingers down their throats and feigning vomiting noises when someone is swapping spit in the hallways. They also counsel their friends against the evils of falling in love, and try to break up their friends that have fallen so low because they made the human mistake of falling in love. Somehow these people do actually fall in love but usually with each other and it is more of a friendship than a romance.

Please note:
This listing is purely fictional. Any resemblance to a true student relationship is purely coincidental, (and comical).

The Bison is in no way responsible for the loss of boy/girlfriends due to this listing.

First love: students admit it

By Rachael Weller
Staff Writer

Do you remember the girl down the block in the ponytails and flowered dresses, or the boy down the block with dirty hands and a snotty nose?

Well, maybe now he has a nice build and she has those beautiful eyes.

Back then you thought kissing a boy/girl was the most disgusting thing on earth. Even touching one of the opposite sex was a horror. (Often referred to as boy or girl germs.)

But now it's not be so bad after all.

And how about the first guy/girl you called "yours"? You may never forget them. Some exerts believe you'll never forget that special person.

"I don't think you ever forget your first love," remarked junior Don Klick. "It's one of the biggest events of your life. I remembered the first person I ever really cared about, and that was in kindergarten! She was the first person I ever really gave something, outside of my family."

Most students can remember their first love with fond memories of initials with an addition sign between them and walking hand in hand by the swing set.

"If it's the first guy you ever cared about, you just never forget," said junior Michelle Froslie.

For some, when they think about the first person that they ever really cared about, lots of feelings and emotions come to mind.

"When I think about the first person I ever really cared about, it brings warm feelings," said Froslie.

Along with the feelings come memories of special days you shared with that person.

"The day that sucks in my mind most is the day I went to the farm he worked on," remembers freshman Wanetta Crandell. "There were some cows there that were about my height. I was a little afraid of them because they were so big."

Junior Sheila Mobley remembers a day like this too.

"It was a day I had skipped school to spend the day with the first person I ever really cared for. First I got busted by my sister and then we decided to go fishing in Buffalo Lake," she said.

Along with the good times come the bad.

"You are always going to remember the good times, but you also will never forget the bad times. It's just part of the story," said Mobley.

Most remember their first love with fond memories, yet they would not consider still being a couple now.

for some is quite traumatic experience.

"I feel like I'm not important and I don't deserve good treatment," said aphones Jen Iovino.

But others are in different situations. "It's a part of growing up that we all experience," said Laura Chinician.

Others avoid feeling rejection by only pursuing those who will answer positively to the relationship.

"We've all had our share of heartbreak," said Jennifer [unclear].

"I've never had feeling cause that we've been rejected, because I've been so afraid to form an identity my precious time," said [unclear].

Many college students are just finding their way in the world.

Some students argue: "High school students are infamous because they aren't old enough to handle rejection, and they're often out with him and her going, and love will always be around."

Varying styles, varying interests, and varying boats, one accepts romantic thought as all types of love.

"You can't say 'love' are among the most used romantic phrases.

"[unclear] may think him [unclear] is everything, but say and day out, the radio sings, although lovers about where the stars and dreams of a romantic passion.

"Two hearts, livin' in love, livin' together 'til the end of time," sings Phil Collins.

Music is the revelation of feelings and often means much more to us, especially when it comes to romance.

"You think of the person you loved and you're still thinking of them," says Simmons.

Since we can drastically define love and a definition is not always easy, it can be difficult to know how much love you can give.

"Baby, we gets stand up for love, gets hold on, Canse I know that I'm in love?"

And thou for your wrong, singing, and we're being [unclear]

Michael Bolton.

Many couples choose an [unclear]

Song, actually the first song we ever danced to, one that has become important to us, especially to represent their relationships.

"It's Right Here in My Heart," says Walker.

"Many of us become a clone to the person we are able to know how much I loved them. I'm always right with you, but I can just give it one more time," says [unclear].

Music, like love, is indispensable and the most beautiful form of human bonding of hearts.

"Two hearts, livin' in just one mind, Livin' together 'til the end of time."

the championship match 12-4 to take first place.
"Oh boy," Vaaksuren, said the Bison wrestler, under head coach Gerry Sabba, looking for their third straight win. The Bison were at large in February 5 match against McArthurville and Mound. They lost in matches against Valley and Andalusia, the two teams that placed above the Bison wrestlers in the state tournament last year.
The team came in fourth in the Beachtown division. Leading the way at Beach Blue South, Casey and Candy were their standout champions, said Coach Sabba.
"Blue Earth is really good and they're a tough team to beat," said Coach Sabba.
Leading the Bison wrestlers was junior Jason Scherrer. Dombrowski, a sophomore, placed with an 8-point lead in the first period of the championship match. Scherrer, who wrestled with an injured knee, was a standout.

[unclear] WORKING FOR THE PINS, junior Jason Blue came behind for his first match since breaking his finger last Friday on January 25. The varsity that victory that was. Blunt, under the direction of coach Gerald Barker, is looking for their third consecutive in the state high tournament. This started in line at 4:00 p.m. (Photo by Rob Kruck)

The boys’ varsity team as of February 2 is 10-4. Before the game on February 1, they were ranked 18th in metro. The game February 1 against Centennial was a close game with Bison winning 57-56. The Bison lost the game on January 29 at home against Columbia Heights. They were close throughout most of the game and were still leading by a narrow margin at half-time. “I like the new conference better, because it has more competition,” commented senior Pat Larson on North Suburban. Head coach Neil Fletcher said, “It’s been a great season, and we’ve had great fan support.” (They average about 1200 fans for every home game.)

I think my mind is on strike. I haven’t been able to think straight lately. Now my wonderful brother, Henry, will tell you I’ve never been able to think straight, but actually I can, I just usually choose not to. So this will probably be the most abstract piece of literature you will ever read, just bear with me.

You may have wondered why the sports section is not what it should be, you may have even complained about it. (If this doesn’t pertain to you, hold on a bit, I’ll change topics soon enough.) But when we need stories, how often do you jump up and volunteer for this wonderful opportunity? We seem to have an excess of readers, and very few writers. So come serve your fellow students, and write for the sports section.

Now on to new business, are you aware of the new unorganized sport around school? This sport requires supreme accuracy of time. To play the rule is to see which happens first, you get to class, or the bell rings. If you get there first, you win, but if three times the bell rings first, you lose (and probably have some detention as a result of your losing.)

I’d like to switch gears, again, and talk about the cheerleaders. They used to raise school spirit and cheer on the team. Now they just cheer on the team. It’s not their fault, either. They try to make the fans yell and cheer, but who participates, a few girls who are cheerleaders themselves, a parent who’s child just made the most fantastic play ever, a bunch of little kids, and a dozen other people. We all cheer when some amazing play is made, but how about cheering to inspire the team? So start yelling your lungs out. (There is reward for those of you who yell loud. You lose your voice and you don’t have to answer any of the questions the teacher asks you the next day.)

And now let’s discuss school spirit. How many pepfests have we had this year, not including the one that was canceled? Two, Three? (I can’t remember, besides I could have been absent for one.) My parents told me that back in medieval times when they were in high school (Waconia and Chaska, to be exact) they had pepfests every Friday. Now whether they were trying to make Buffalo sound non-schooled-spirited or it was the truth, I don’t know, but I do know that we could have more pepfests.

(P.S. I am sorry about the Boys Cross Country team not getting their accomplishments at state mentioned. To prevent an unfortunate incident like this from happening again, could mangers, captains, coaches, players, etc. please inform us of your accomplishments. Or better yet, write a story about the accomplishment and give it to us.)

The Buffalo Boys’ B-squad team has faced many problems this season. “Our biggest problem is when the opponent scores more points in the fourth quarter,” said coach Kevin Schmeling. For most of the game the score is usually close, but the other team scores enough in the fourth quarter to win. Their positive attitudes and the support from the fans has lessened their hardships. “[The fans] have definitely helped support our team esteem,” remarked Schmeling. The team size is around ten, which is an average size compared to other schools in the conference. The team practices every day. They work on basic skills such as: shooting, defense, and ball handling. “Outside shooting is one of the skills that we were best at,” said sophomore Jamie Broman. The team has many goals that they want to reach by the end of the season. They are: doing better in the fourth quarter, playing better together, and increasing fundamental skills to hold them competitive next season.

Assistant News Editor

The city of Buffalo is, as of December 31, home to a Wal-Mart discount store, located at 1315 Highway 25 North, across from BHS.

The 1990 census has proven that Buffalo, and all of Wright County, is growing.

“The city itself is growing,” said Wal-Mart manager Scott Storms, “There’s not a lot of industry to support it, but it continues to grow.”

The increasing population, and the fact that Buffalo is the county seat, is the reason that Wal-Mart was built in Buffalo.

Students of BHS have mixed feelings about it.

The livelihood of the downtown area is a large concern.

“The smaller drug stores downtown are going out of business,” said junior Emily Gervasio.

Another major concern is the resulting confusion at the Highway 25 intersection with the Wal-Mart and BHS driveways.

The intersection has been compared by some to the intersection at Highway 55 and Third Avenue.

“I think it’s a great addition to the community, but it’s sort of a headache, with the traffic,” said English teacher Jack Harlan.

Many feel the installation of traffic lights by the highway department would be the best way to resolve the traffic problem at the intersection.

Many people have heard rumors of plans to install traffic lights, and it has been discussed, but currently, nothing is definite.

“Eventually, they will have to put up a control or stoplights,” said biology teacher Boyd Emmel.

Even with their feelings of the traffic posing a problem, there are still a lot of positive feelings toward Wal-Mart.

“All of the activities get out at 4:00, so going to Wal-Mart gives us something to do besides bum around the school,” said freshman Zara Akin.

Many in the community have high hopes that the new business in town will help the area economically.

“It’ll give Buffalo a broader tax base and keep more of the money in town,” said Storms, “It also gives people an alternative. Competition offers a consumer more.”

Staff Writer

The fate of the hockey tournaments might once again land in the hands of the legislature. These congressmen are faced with the decision of weather or not there should be a two tier hockey tournament.

“The subject of a two tier hockey tournament should not be discussed in legislature because it isn’t a major issue and there are more important things,” said sophomore Tim Willie.

The general consensus on the hockey teams that the legislature should not have the deciding vote on this subject.

“The decision to have a two tier hockey tournament should be left up to the schools and coaches,” said senior Josh Leal.

Having a two tier hockey tournament would not directly affect Buffalo, but “smaller schools will have the chance to go to state and place in the tournament,” said senior Craig Pettit.

A two tier tournament will give smaller schools an opportunity to experience the post season atmosphere in hockey and there will still be the same excitement and enthusiasm as before. There will also be an opportunities for smaller schools to move to AA and larger schools to move A.

BHS hockey coach Carl Davis feels that there should be a two tier hockey tournament on a trial basis of two to three years.

“A two tier hockey tournament is a great opportunity for more athletes to enjoy the post season atmosphere,” said Davis.

Some players feel that if a team has participated in the state tournament, they should have to be in AA. Others feel that the coaches should decide which tier the team is placed in. Regardless of the deciding factors, there will only be 64 teams in each tier.

Proof Editor

Literally practicing law, the Mock Trail team competes against various schools, with the intention to sway the judges ruling.

“It’s a good educational opportunity to develop an interest in the law-field,” said senior member Mary Kate Hannon.

The team consists of ten members: three lawyers, four witnesses, one team manager and two alternates. They also have two attorney coaches, Alan Albrecht and Tom Richards.

Writing questions and statements members rehearse the case until satisfactorily.

Student random drug testing is the controversy of this years case. In the case, a female student is protesting the scheduling of her drug counseling. The counseling interferes with her participation in a televised tennis tournament. She wants to fight the ruling, claiming unconstitutional grounds.

They rehearse their speeches with professional lawyers three times a week, striving for clarity and add impact.

“The team is doing very well. There is a lot of time and dedication being shown--they have a real understanding of roles,” said Albrecht. The team has won each of its three invitational meets.

“As the program grows, so does the caliber of the students. My goal is to have enough funding for two teams,” said Raymond.