Cybervaq 12.14.95 From Glendale Community College, where the favorite Xmas song is ³Let it Rain, Let it Rain Let it Rain!²


compiled from the 12/10/95 issue of El Vaquero

Editors in Chief: Kris Laca & Wilson Solorzano

Cyberspace Editor: Brian Schwartz



Vaqueros Win State Cross Country Title


Exciting Safe-Sex?


A Merry Christmas to All


A GCC Christmas Story


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Numerous weeks of hard workouts, hard-nosed efforts, and endless dedication have finally rewarded the Glendale Community College men¹s cross country team.

After losing only once the whole year­a second place finish at the Johnie ³O² Invitational late in the season­and crushing the opposition throughout the season, the Vaqueros proved to be the best team in the state as they conquered the state championship title in Fresno on Saturday Nov. 18 with a score of 89 points. Coming in second in the meet was El Camino College with 116 points.

³Now we can say we¹re number one,² Head Coach Eddie Lopez said. ³Before we weren¹t sure, but now we are the best team in the state.²

Leading the way for the Vaqueros was co-captain Eduardo Macias with a 10th place finish and a 20:43 performance.

Ramon Serratos, GCC¹s number one runner throughout the season, finished one second behind Macias at 20:44 while José Padilla was third for the Vaqs and 12th overall at 20:49.

The victory enabled the Vaqs to win the Division I state title for the first time in school history. The last time GCC won the title was 1980 when community colleges were divided by size. GCC was in the small colleges group, Division II. This year all community colleges competed in a single division.

Lopez credited strong individual and team efforts for the victory. He said that his Vaqueros went out to compete and did not panic. Now that the season is over, the coaches say that the team is relaxing before most of the runners get ready for track & field in the Spring semester.

Next year, Lopez will face a rebuilding job since only one of his runners is expected to return next year. This does not worry Lopez however. He believes the title will attract athletes to GCC. ³We are getting a lot of recognition from our local high schools,² he said. ³I¹m sure we¹ll be fine next year. We¹ll just need to continue to be consistent and to work hard. That¹s very important.²

­Wilson Solorzano


I was in junior high when I watched a strange man on television pull a condom over a banana. "See how durable it is?" he asked. I thought, 'durable?' Are we talking about the same thing? He was wearing a white lab coat and black rimmed glasses and explaining the importance of wearing a condom during sex.

That was only the beginning. Then came the questions. Have you ever had sex with a bisexual man? Have you ever had anal sex? Have you ever had unprotected sex with someone who used intravenous drugs?

What? Excuse, please...I was just interested in the sex part.

Suddenly sex isn't the wonderful, intimate way to express your love to someone. It's this well planned, scheduled act we perform under favorable conditions. You gotta have blueprints these days. As if sex wasn't already confusing enough, now we have to be afraid of contracting deadly viruses.

What is wrong with this picture? What is wrong with sex today? The truth is, it's downright scary. We've heard the precautions, the horror stories, the it-can-happen to you lectures. But it doesn't make it any easier to deal with. The truth is, our parent's generation ran around naked and didn't have to be afraid. They could use their gut instinct on someone and say, 'Hey, you know, this person seems really great,' and not have to ask them to take a quick AIDS test before they got a little serious. They didn't have to wonder about who this person had been with before. They just did it. Ignorance was bliss.

C'mon, think of the breathless kisses, nervous fingers, and hot breaths. You've been there. Then think of what the back of your mind soon told you. This is crazy, I've got a condom, but...but what if it breaks? What if she's been with someone who had AIDS? Should I ask her? Maybe once we're lying down. Maybe I should whisper it in her ear: are you safe?

Ladies, tell me you wouldn't be offended at this question.

I don't want to hear about how good relationships make it a cinch to talk about anything. That's a lie. Talking about sex can be weird. Especially if you've never had it with the person you're about to bear your soul to. Maybe talking isn't what we want to do. Who wants to pause in the middle and suggest having a cup of coffee to discuss what's about to happen? Yeah, like we don't already know the right thing to do is talk, plan ahead, and not give in to the heat of the moment. But we've all been there. We've all wanted to be spontaneous and pray all we needed was a durable condom and good thoughts. No disclosure of past loves or flings.

Although I wasn't around to participate in free love, I think it's safe to say sex just isn't what it used to be. Sex just isn't safe. I want to say, "Be very afraid," but we've heard that already. We know the facts. We have the condoms and the courage to demand one (or two?) be used. What we don't realize is how all this suddenly turned into a process. When did things go from being hot and heavy to a death-defying act?

For goodness sake, it's sex, not war. And although we're accused of growing up before our time, we're still kids. We just want to have a good time. We can play safe, but it doesn't make it any less scary.

­Jackie Perez


It's that turkey stuffin', tree trimmin', gift givin' time of the year again. It's time for egg nog, long lines in the mall, no parking and paper snowflakes hanging in store windows. It's time for that annoying little reminder, 'only 17 shopping days until Christmas...' Yeah, like we don't already know it. But, well, since we're a little older and wiser now, and if you missed the boat in third grade, hey, Santa ain't real, guys. So now that you know the cold hard facts about Santa, you may be wondering what is this holiday we celebrate once a year? Why do we still stuff stockings and stick gifts beneath a tinsel covered tree?

Well, let's take a look at the Christmas Past. It goes way back to 336 A.D. when the Romans made history and recorded a celebration of the end of the harvest season in mid-December. Somewhere along the line, someone thought it'd be a neat idea to add a little food. After all, what's a party without some grub? They roasted a few boars, pigs and peacocks and prepared a little feast in order to celebrate this yearly occasion. In the late 300's, the Roman Empire went into decline, Christianity was on the rise and Christmas took on a more religious meaning. This was when the legend of Saint Nicholas was started. He wasn't the chubby, rosy cheeked, Santa Claus at a mall near you, and he certainly did not own any reindeer. Saint Nick was a real guy who gave gifts to children and was probably called a saint because he may have been a priest. Even after his death, his legend lived on.

He gave the gift giving part of Christmas new meaning for children and families all over Europe on Dec. 6, the day of his death. It wasn't until the Reformation in the 1500's that Christmas was moved to Dec. 25, the day Christians celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. However, the legend of Father Christmas and trees and feasts were already a standing tradition. In the politically correct United States, the legend of Santa Claus evolved from the Dutch phrase Sinterklass, meaning Saint Nicholas, but not implying he's a saint or anything religious like that. Santa does his thing once a year out of the goodness of his heart with the help of very well taken care of and hardworking elves.

The pretty little trees we take and put artificial lights on have a history as well. The Christmas tree may have developed in Germany from "The Paradise Tree," a type of evergreen tree once decorated with red apples in a play done about Adam and Eve. It seemed like a good idea at the time and eventually, someone threw some nuts, lighted candles and paper tosses on the thing, and what do you know? Now even Ikea sells 'em.

The holly berries were given a little symbolism as well. While they're often used for decoration, this evergreen's pointed leaves are believed to resemble the crown Jesus Christ wore on His head when He was crucified. The red berries are a symbol of the blood He shed on the cross.

Sending cards to friends and relatives became part of the Christmas tradition sometime after the very first Christmas cards were made in 1843 by an English illustrator named John Calcott Horsley. He drew a picture of a family at Christmas time on a postcard and wrote "Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to You." Over 1,000 of his cards were sold and by 1860, the exchange of Christmas cards was added to the list of Christmas traditions. The first Christmas cards were manufactured in the United States in 1875 by a Boston printer named Louis Prang. So, you see, we don't owe it all to Hallmark.

Christmas is a holiday with some pretty heavy religious background. However, it has developed into something that can be somewhat non religious, and you don't even have to believe to have a little fun. It may not be chestnuts roasting on an open fire, but it's pine scented potpourri and instant hot cocoa with dehydrated marshmallows. It's Santas on every street corner with dime store beards and a not so jolly attitude. But hey, it's still Christmas.

The Christmas Present is Chrissy Hynde singing a carol, Gap gift certificates and no school on Monday. It's red ribbons and bows, candy canes and stocking stuffers. It's family and friends and cartoon specials, and yeah, maybe a little egg nog too.

­Jackie Perez


written by a GCC student

All right, you people out there. You think your Christmas sucks every single year of your existence on this mudball that we¹re born on. Sure you wish that you were born into another family, who hasn¹t thought of that before. Me, I wish that I was an alien looking at all of you all laughing at how screwed up this planet is and seeing how this planet is slowing dying.

Anyway, from all things aside, family, you gotta love them and you gotta hate them. You¹re probably thinking, ³I just wanna be with my friends only,² and you wonder why you have to be with family that you always know that¹s going to be there, year after year. Well, don¹t always count on that happening because life, just like people, is unpredictable. How do I know this? Hell, last time I saw my only relatives in this country­which happens to be two families that live together in this state­was three or four years ago.

Why? A family dispute. Now on every holiday, instead of spending those days with my relatives I spend it with friends, which I don¹t mind, but still I do miss my relatives.

It has gotten to the point where we don¹t see each other at all, not even at birthdays or any other day, with the exception of funerals, where we don¹t even talk or sit next to each other.

To top things off, my only older sister moved out three or four years ago and I rarely see her. She was the only person I could relate to. When I do, things look better but unfortunately that¹s not often.

Learn to appreciate your family and relatives. Sometimes they¹re all you have and the only foundation you¹ll have in life. I remember the days when around 20 people would come over and we¹d all kick back and I could relate to my cousins because they¹re around my age.

If anything I was kind of their big brother when we were little. Sometimes they were a pain in the butt, still I didn¹t mind. They were my little cousins and the only family I have here. Now I have nothing.

My only relatives that live in this country, and the next closest relatives I have are in the provinces of Thailand, and now we don¹t talk to each other. Why? A little family dispute that was supposed to blow over in time but has instead grown like a cancer and now there may be no chance for reconciliation.

Family and friends, that¹s what Christmas is all about, just kickin¹ back with them and enjoying their company on that special day. Hell, why not spend the holiday with them both? Gifts are nothing more than an added bonus to the fact that you have these people to be with.

Think about it, what would you want; a lonely Christmas with bunch of gifts all by your lonesome self or a room full of your family and friends, singing and laughin¹ and talkin¹ and just enjoying their company? Without them, why even bother? In fact your life evolves around them and they evolve around you. What more can you ask for than the gift of friendship and love? After all what lasts longer? Physical items or something you can carry in you to eternity and beyond.

To all you people out there having problems with friends or family, don¹t wait for them to come to you. It may never happen and by the time you realize what a stupid situation it has become, it may be too late. Is it worth holding a grudge ? Take it from someone who¹s experiencing it now- don¹t wait.

Merry freakin¹ Christmas and don¹t forget to tell that to your friends and family. May you get all that you want and more.

Thank you to everyone who has had the interest in subscribing in the cyberspace edition of the El Vaquero. Expect even bigger and better things in the near future... maybe even a World Wide Web page!

­Brian Schwartz, Cyberspace Editor

Happy holidays, and don¹t overdose on L-Tryptophan.


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