Monday, September 29, 2014

Student Organization Fair

Wednesday, October 1
10:00 a.m. - 12:30 p.m.
Outside in front of the LRC (Bldg. 510)
(Rain Location – 410 Lounge)

Friday, September 26, 2014

Study Abroad: Travel to Italy, including Milan, Pisa, Florence, Padua, Vicenza and Venice

Maymester 2015
ART108 History of Western Art
ENG 208 World Literature


May 7 - Depart Charleston for an overnight flight to Milan, Italy.
May 8 – Arrive in Milan, the city of fashion, art and culture.  Take a guided city tour including a visit to sites such as the Milan Cathedral and DaVinci’s Last Supper (if available).  In the evening, travel to Pisa.  
May 9 – Visit the Pisa Cathedral Complex and the famous Leaning Tower of Pisa and the Piazza del Miracoli.  Later in the day, travel to Florence.
May 10 – Take a walking tour of Florence, including a visit to the Accademia, the Duomo and the Uffizi gallery as well as other sites in Florence.
May 11 – Visit Ponte Vecchio and other points of interest in Florence.  Later in the day travel to Padua.
May 12 – Take a guided tour of Padua including a visit to the Scrovengi Chapel and other sites.
May 13 – Take a day trip to Vicenza including visits to the Teatro Olympico, designed by the famous Renaissance architect Andrea Palladio and the Villa Rotunda.
May 14 – Travel to Venice.  Tour city sights with your tour leader.  In the evening take an optional gondola ride through the famed canals of Venice.
May 15 - Take a guided city tour of Venice including visits to Doges Palace and the Peggy Guggenheim Museum of Modern Art.
May 16 – Depart Venice for a return flight to Charleston

Contact Michael Edwards at 574-6284
Amber Yedinak at 574-6829

For more information
Come to the information session during the
Student Activity Period in Bldg 100/157 on
November 12th 9:30-10:30 am
or on
October 24th 3:00-4:00 pm

Check out our Facebook page:  TTC ART Study Abroad

Trip Costs:
Flight, hotels, transportation in Italy, Tour leader and guides, entrances to museums and other attractions, 2 dinners and all breakfasts provided by EA Tours 
EA Tour Price:  $3600
Course Tuition:  $488.60
Trip Insurance:  $51 (and up – priced according to age)
Passport:  $135 - $165
Money for meals:  $440
Overall Trip Cost:  $4714.60
Student Scholarship:  -$500
Trip Total:  $4214.60
Payment Schedule:
November 10th- $500
December 5th - $500
January 12th - $1000
February 6th - $1100

Thursday, September 25, 2014

TTC Students Taking Strides to Beat Heart Disease at Lowcountry Heart Walk

Written By: Levena Lindahl

Fall is one of the major times to go out for 5k’s that raise funds for many different causes. On Saturday, September 27th, the Lowcountry Heart Walk will be taking place. Trident Tech students have been raising awareness and funds all around campus for this event by selling bracelets and placards that are hanging in the student lounge in the 410 building on the Main campus. Keep an eye out if you would like to donate; there are several students still selling bracelets and placards, especially in the new Nursing building.
           So far, eight Trident Technical College student organizations have made teams, and over 80 students have pledged to walk to raise awareness. Together they have raised over $2,000 and counting! Well done to all who are participating from the Criminal Justice Student Association, Society for Medical Assistants, Society for Medical Laboratory Technology, Champions for Change, Phi Theta Kappa, Palmer’s Spa 66, Student Nurses Association, and Student American Dental Hygienists’ Association.
           The goal of this walk, and that of the American Heart Association, is to not only raise awareness of the issues of cardiovascular health in the Lowcountry, but to build healthier lives and improve cardiovascular health in all Americans.
The money raised at this event goes towards medical research, treatments and advances in lifesaving techniques. This year the walk expects well over 5000 participants, a new record for this signature fundraising event. Last year, over $1 million was raised in the Lowcountry, and the American Heart Association is currently funding $2.1 million in grants to MUSC researchers.
           The walk is being sponsored by the American Heart Association, and will start in downtown Charleston near the Aquarium. Free parking will be provided in the Aquarium garage, with activities starting at 8am and the one and three mile walks at 9am. Come and support a great cause!

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Misbehaving in Church

Written By:  Lisa Collins Kight

Every Southerner knows there are a few transgressions that would never be tolerated by their elders:  speaking in a rude or disrespectful manner to anyone, using the Lord’s name in vain, and the cardinal of all sins, misbehaving in church. 
No matter how long the preacher runs over on his Sunday morning sermon you had better not misbehave.  If you have to pee, too bad!  You should have gone before church.  God forbid you should giggle or move around. 
We all knew and feared the punishment we knew would befall us.  I remember those awful mornings that I didn’t want to go to church.  Sorry…I just didn’t want to go sometime.  We would be forced to get up early, dress in an outfit that our mom picked out, and although she didn’t go, we were forced to attend church with Aunt Connie. 
Being raised Southern Baptist is a real treat.  I swear I can still feel the heat from the fire and brimstone being spewed from the preacher’s mouth in church on those Sunday mornings.  I never remember an amazing sermon that sent a message of love and acceptance.  Only if you don’t do______ you fill in the blank.  If you were ever at a loss, the preacher provided his “sin” of the week).  His message was loud and clear…you will burn in the fires of damnation and go straight to hell!  Isn’t that redundant?
I remember those never ending sermons like they were yesterday.  I remember that as per my usual, I wasn’t paying attention and my brothers eased me into the pew next to Aunt Connie and before I knew it, I was trapped!  I could see the gleam in my brother’s eyes right now.  Part relief and part joy because they knew I would pay the price if anyone, especially me, were to misbehave. 
There were times that I swear I almost blacked out from the pain of one of her pinches.  If you crossed the fine line that she drew, you were toast.  We all knew it.  She never even looked our way.  All I knew is her spindly fingers would reach right under the top of my arm and pinch me so freaking hard my body would go limp from the pain.  Seriously, I almost slid out of my pew onto the floor one Sunday.  I knew better.  Her flat fingertips would leave bruises on me, but no matter how bad, or how horrible the pain was, I would dare not make a sound. 
I remember one time I cried out, “Ow” when she pinched me.  I thought that I would get some sympathy and she would be shamed into not pinching me again.  I was wrong, oh so wrong.  At the moment she turned her pursed lips toward me I knew I had gone too far.  I could see my brothers’ eyes widen as they realized my fate.  I know now what the wrath of God must feel like or at least what it feels like to pee a little in your panties in church.  Not only did she pinch me again, she twisted my skin just enough to bring tears to my eyes and yes, the pee.
I reflect now and if anyone had even considered doing anything like that to one of my children I would have had them arrested!  At the very minimum I would have cursed her out and never, I mean never, allowed one of my children to attend church with that evil old woman ever again.  But noooo…those were the days when you did not question your elders. 
I realize why our current house of discontent within parent and child is in such disarray.  The old folks that abused the privilege and the rebellion of youth that got tired of it and started making it impossible for anyone to discipline their children.  This may be one reason I hardly spanked my kids.  To be honest, with the exception of two or three things for all four of my children combined, none of them did anything bad enough to get spanked. 
I loved that hateful old woman despite what she did to us.  I know she only wanted us to be god fearing Christians so we wouldn’t go to hell when we died, based on the preacher’s adamant affirmation. Personally, there were times sitting in that church I thought I was already there.
Once when I was sharing this funny story at Sunday dinner, I realized Aunt Connie didn’t see the humor as I recounted the time I peed in my panties from the pinch she had given me.  She was furious, although we were all cracking up.  I can see her now wearing the rose colored suit with the ruffles that she always wore.  She had her arms crossed and a blaze in her eyes.  I thought she would burst. I am sure she was thinking I would like to give you a pinch right now!  Seriously, we all laugh about it now.  We lived and perhaps are better people for the experience, but who can say.   

Hot Dog!

Written By: Lisa Collins Kight

Who knew that the humble hotdog would have grown in popularity so much that every city or town boasts about their claim to the “greatest dog”?  Sadly, most fall short.
I am a lover of hotdogs. I love hotdogs!  There, I said it! Not the ones made from chicken lips, but real hotdogs. There was a time this wasn’t the case.  Just hearing the word hotdog would bring a flush to my cheeks and I don’t blush.  My memories from my early years in high school are often filled with fun times in the marching band (yes, I was a band geek and proud of it!), my friends, all two of them, and my ability to drive it like I stole it…, but hotdogs, they were another story.
Okay, here goes. Our family was poor, okay…there never seemed to be any money even though both my parents worked. We were just poor.  No shame in that.  Unfortunately, I am a hungry girl.  I have always eaten more than most men I know.  I just like food; this has never changed since I was little.
I am 5 ft. 6 ½ in. tall, I weigh 120 lbs., and I wear size 9½ shoes.  My height and shoe size have not changed since I was in 6th grade.  I weighed about 90 lbs., yes; I looked like a praying mantis.  Long arms, long legs and big feet!  I used to get teased that everything went to my feet because I never gained a pound despite how much I ate. 
Anyway…due to my limited funds I volunteered to work in the cafeteria during high school. Hey, you got free lunch.  Tragic yes, but Mrs. Myles was the best cook.  Things were different then…real food, well except for the hotdogs.  I can’t remember how long I worked there but I do remember the dread of seeing hotdogs on the menu. I sigh just thinking about it.  Okay, here’s the deal.  I realize most of you that know me now would never guess, but I was painfully shy and insecure in high school.  My hunger overcame any deficit I had in the personality department, so the lunchroom won. 
So, as lunch approached on hotdog day the dread flooded my world with misery and doubt, but I had to suck it up. I had no choice.  I donned my hair net, plastic gloves, and had a slice of humble pie.  It’s not so bad if you don’t allow yourself to think about it.  As fate would have it I always got assigned to placing the hotdogs in the buns.  Yes, I know. This is a terrible thing for an impressionable young girl.  Really, why couldn’t I just put the buns on the tray?
These were not the hotdogs I eat today. These were those fluffy ones that when you bite into them they feel like they deflate because there was no real meat in them. I always remember the way they would puff up and split on the ends which added to my teenage angst.  To make matters worse, everyone ate in the cafeteria, in those days.  Even the seniors…yes, the large and beautiful football players wearing their letterman jackets would file through one by one.  Oh they were completely oblivious to my existence.  I was the stick figure who put the hotdogs in the buns, always making sure to avoid any eye contact with them.  One by one they filed through talking and laughing.  They were gods among us mortals and we all knew it. 
Every time I saw one of the immortals approaching all I could do was stare down at the cavernous vat of bilious dogs awaiting my retrieval.  My hands trembled as I reached for a dog and placed it neatly in the bun.  By the end of the lunch period, my usually limitless appetite had dissipated and I left without eating anything.  The experience had been too traumatizing. Funny what seems important when you are fourteen.   
Okay, let’s talk about some dogs. I have a point to make, I promise.  Any noteworthy dog someone brings to my attention I seek out and try immediately.  There was this place across from TJ Maxx in Mt Pleasant.  I got all excited when I saw it for the first time.  I hit the brakes, turned my car around and headed into the parking lot.  The exterior was soooo promising; unfortunately the best thing on the menu that day was the cute guys having their lunch. It was quite a disappointing moment, actually.
Then there was Perfectly Franks.  They were on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives, a show on the Food Network with Guy Fieri.  Boy was I excited!  I was sure I had found the Holy Grail of hotdogs.  Not so much…Sadly, the service sucked and tragically, their dogs failed to live up to the status of the Holy Grail of hotdogs.  I know people rave about the place, but the bun was soggy. They had tons of toppings to offer, but it just wasn’t “it”.
I had to almost give up my quest for the ultimate dog when a local boy named George recommended to me Jack’s Cosmic Dogs!!!!!   I drove all the way down Hwy 17 past Boone Hall Plantation.  I was about to wonder if they were going to have to send out a search party to find me when I spotted the rocket ship and the sign out front for the “Intergalactic and Famous since 2000” Jack’s Cosmic Dogs!  Choruses of Mendelssohn’s Hallelujah broke out in my head… I had made it. 
Jack’s Cosmic Dogs is filled with more nostalgia than any place I have ever seen.  Loads of vintage reminders of a simpler, more carefree time when an RC Cola was all there was to quench your thirst. It is fantastic!  I was like a child when I walked through the door; my eyes examining the memorabilia wall-to-wall, allowing my soul to soak up the goodness.  
Hold on…back to business.  I walked over to read the board and decided to try the “Cosmic Dog”; it comes on a hoagie roll, not a bun and is served with blue cheese coleslaw and Jack’s Cosmic Dog’s own sweet potato mustard.  Don’t get nervous. Okay?  I know it sounds different, but dang it’s good.  I actually bought a jar to take home with me that day.  I did make a slight alteration to my order.  Blue cheese is not my friend so I asked for regular coleslaw.  The young man asked if I would have any fries with my dog and I said, “Absolutely”.  They use real potatoes that are cut super thin into shoestrings, and they rock! 
My order was ready in a flash. I grabbed a seat, took a moment and dug in.  It was divine!!!  The hotdogs are awesome!  I would eat one plain.  I had found the Holy Grail of hotdogs.  It was a moment for me.  I gobbled my world famous dog and fries down in a skinny minute and washed it down with my ice water. 
It is so worth the drive. While I was there I did happen to notice one of my favorite Food Network stars had eaten there.  Alton Brown, host of Good Eats and Iron Chef programs declared that Jack’s Cosmic Dogs was the “Best Thing I Ever Ate!”  How about that?  I salute him for the declaration.
Hey, really…Alton Brown and I, both of us hotdog aficionados, have given the thumbs up.  How can you doubt the fabulousness of Jack’sCosmic Dogs?
I know the Hwy 17 location sounds like a trudge, but it’s worth it.  The good news is since my first visit, they have opened two other locations.  One on Folly Road half way to the beach and one in West Ashley near St. Andrews Blvd.
Take an intergalactic journey to Jack’s Cosmic Dogs and enjoy a Cosmic Dog.  It’s out of this world!

Aetherine: A Story About Intertwining Lives

Written By: Cherie Muldoon

            Gwen gingerly lifted the lid to the glass-walled snake cage with one hand. It was a behemoth, 30 gallons and more horizontal space than vertical. When her landlord had forbidden her from any pets of the furry variety, she'd found a sort of resentful vindictiveness in spoiling the scaled creature as much as she might. Unfortunately the size of the tank left the lid wide and awkward, especially one-handed.  
            In her other hand, a small white mouse frantically flailed dainty paws from where it dangled by a tapered tail pinched between Gwen's thumb and forefinger. Arthur, the snake, was active today. He was a California King snake, long and slender, easily the length of Gwen's arm from shoulder to fingertip. Also, unknown to Gwen, he was a she.  It was often difficult to determine the gender of snakes for novice owners. Arthur left her hollowed log immediately, slithering over and around the smooth rocks, the warm white-yellow sheen from the heat lamp sending a shimmering glisten over her black-and-white banded scales with each sinuous movement. Gwen wondered if Arthur needed feeding more often.
            Lowering the mouse carefully (no need to cause it more pain than necessary, she reasoned), she let it drop the last inch or two onto the rock and spun away quickly. It was an ugly process she couldn't bear to watch. Her footsteps carried her away, off towards the kitchen. There was a full basket to run through the wash before she left.
            The mouse landed unceremoniously, the click of tiny nails on the hard surface of the sunning rock heralding his entrance. Righting itself, it lifted its head, translucent red eyes staring at the snake in captivation. The snake, in turn, lifted its slender body, hovering her head near the mouse. The harsh light from the heat lamp painted stark highlights on the unmoving gaze, impassive glossy black orbs fixated on the mouse.
            It was a showdown of sorts, to the casual observer, both motionless, both vigilant. What went unseen, visible only to the eyes of this pair, was the exchange. A meaningful greeting. From the snake's viewpoint, the creature before her was a dim, solid blue-white glow in the shape of a mouse. It was solid light, vibrant against the rest of their surroundings. Once it had righted itself upon the rock, the light gave off a pulse of brightness, before  resuming into the subdued glow. For the mouse, the snake was much the same, though of course, the solid light was in the shape of the other creature's lengthy and limbless body.
            The snake lowered her head, dark tongue flickering out, a hair's width from the mouse's small pink nose. The mouse's nose wiggled at a breakneck speed in response.
            "How long has it been?" The snake queried, a silent exchange, a sort of mental probe, slithering its way into the mind of the mouse.
            "I've lost count of the years."
            "You always do," the snake snorted, "How long did she keep you in that box?"
            "Three...four days? She fed me small orange plant matter, I forget the word..."
            "I think she got attached."
            "She does that," the snake drolled with a languid toss of the head.
            "Don't be so aloof." The mouse's whiskers twitched, "You've gotten attached to them before."
            "That was an exception," came the retort, though the snake's demeanor had softened, the head lolling down a bit.
            "She was a good girl," the mouse sighed wistfully.
            "She was. That existence ended before I could know. Did she..."
            "She did. Two, in fact. Boys, both of them. She called them Connor and Liam." The mouse paused in quiet thought. "They had the bright ginger head of hair you bore."
            "That was a pleasant existence." The snake curled its tail gently over its body in idle thought. "Though, do you remember..."
            "Of course." The mouse flicked its delicate tail in agitation. With the rapid exchange of thoughts, there was very little one thought of without the other bringing to mind when in close proximity. "Don't bring it up."
            "There is some dignity in being a horse!" the snake proclaimed.
            "There isn't." The mouse was stern.
            "Don't be so resentful. There is nothing to be gleaned from that mindset. Remember, I was merely a paid sword in that war. What was it called again?" The snake trailed off in thought. "The one where I..."
            "The Battle of Agincourt," the mouse recollected immediately.
            "That whole war was futile," the snake scoffed. "Though, aren't they all? Why is it that their kind is always waging them?"       
            "That is their way," he responded solemnly. "There is good to them too." The mouse paused, raising a tiny hand to smooth at the ruffed white fur of its cheek, as his mind wandered in reminiscence. "I stood vigil three days and two nights over what was your body. Shooing away the carrion feeders with lashes of my tail and nudges from my head. Until you were collected."
            In the mouse's vision, the snake gave off another gentle pulse of light, an exchange of multi-faceted and profound wordless meaning for their kind. To put it into words would be a disservice to the depth of it, but it was rooted in affection.
            "Yesss grandma, I'll be there at 8," Gwen's voice came down the hallway from the kitchen. She half-tripped, half-leaned against the wall, pulling on the slingback shoe that matched the one on her other foot.  A voice squawked from the small phone held against her ear.
            Gwen's grandmother was a relic from a bygone era. "Girls as pretty and clever as you shouldn't be without a husband at twenty-eight," she'd said in one way or another more times than Gwen could count. Gwen had given up on trying to explain to her that she enjoyed her privacy and liked living alone, even if it meant working two jobs.
            Gwen moved through the living room, flipping up a couch cushion to search for her keys, and pulling her purse off the hook by the door. "Look grandma, I'm sorry, I just can't promise anything."
            Whatever was squawked through the phone next was unheard to Gwen, as she paused in her step, motionless, staring at Arthur's tank. There was Arthur, spread into a lazy coil before the flat sun rock. And the mouse, untouched, calm and exposed on the rock. Both of them seemed to ignore her. She blinked a few times in rapid succession, a deer in the headlights, before shaking her head and moving towards the door.  "Sorry, what?  Mm-hmm, yes, I'm listening," she assured into the phone, slamming the apartment door behind her.
            The key turning in the lock was a distant rattle, before her footsteps faded down the apartment building's hallway. The apartment was dim and quiet around the pair. And distantly, there was the sound of life. The rolling of tires on tarmac, the shuffling of feet, the faint whine of a television.
            "How long do you think it will be? Before we may return to the Aether," the mouse sighed, a little wistfully.
            "You know the answer to that. Until this world ends. Before that happens, it is our duty to remain and to observe."
            "So many lifetimes have passed..."
            "They are but a heartbeat, a sigh, in the totality of our time," the snake said, both reprimanding and consoling.
            "No doubt the world will end soon. And we may return."
            "I wouldn't be so sure," the snake said with bemused flicker of the tongue, "they are a clever species. And as you said, there is good to them yet." The snake turned its back on the mouse and slithered towards the hollowed log, one of the only areas of shade in the cage. Elsewhere, the lamp beat down a constant wave of unrelenting heat, their own personal sun in their microcosm of the tank. "Come. That space is too warm for your body."
            The mouse followed off the rock, agile little limbs carrying it into the shade of the hollow space. There, it crept close towards the coils of the snake.
            "Do you think she'll let us remain together?" the mouse said, resting its head against a coil, eyes growing drowsy, the sensation of scale on fur both soft and soothing in the shade.
            "She will," the snake murmured with confidence, gently draping her body around the mouse. 
            "Good to them yet," the mouse said with a yawn.

[This piece comes from the English Department’s creative writing course (ENG238)]

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Information @ your Fingertips

Berkeley LRC Workshop

Informative workshops about using the library resources:
We will cover books, eBooks, online databases.


Library Orientation Workshop:

Learn how to use the library and
see what is new for Fall 1 2014.

September 24  2:00-3:00pm
Berkeley Campus 
Room: 105
Sponsored by
The Learning Resource Center

Wednesday, September 17, 2014


September 24, 2014
On Wednesday, September 24, 2014, classes will be suspended from
9:30 a.m. to 10:30 a.m., so students may attend student organization meetings.


Lowcountry Aviation Maint.

Rm. 101

Novo Caesaries

Rm. 158

Vet Tech Club

Rm. 102


Assoc. of Paramedic Education & Training

Rm. 142


Clemente Coalition

Rm. 146


Massage Therapy Student Organization

Rm. 232


S.C. Black Stu. Association

Rm. 246

United Students Association

Rm. 107



TTC Transfer Scholars

Rm. 108


Veteran’s Voice

Rm. 105 (Vet Center)




Rm. 182


Alpha Mu Gamma

Rm. 139, Bldg. 100


Amer. Society of Civil Engineers

Rm. 861, Bldg. 800


Assoc. of Info. Tech. Professionals

Rm. 791, Bldg. 920


Champions for Change

Rm. 156, Bldg. 200


Criminal Justice Association

Rm. 127, Bldg. 200


Fitness Lifestyle Initiative

Rm. 117G/Bldg. 950


Hospitality/Culinary Association

Rm. 427, Bldg. 920


International Club

Rm. 145, Bldg. 100


Lex Artis Paralegal Society

Rm. 136, Bldg. 510


Pharmacy Technician Assoc.

Rm. 234, Bldg. 630


Phi Theta Kappa

Rm. 169, Bldg. 100


Physical Therapy Assistants

Rm. 120, Bldg. 630



Radiologic Tech. Association

Rm. 111, Bldg. 630


Roots & Shoots

Rm. 134, Bldg. 100


Society of Broadcasters

Rm. 244, Bldg. 950


Society for Medical Assistants

Rm. 225, Bldg. 630


Society of Student Leaders

Rm. 347, Bldg. 300


Stu. Accounting Association

Rm. 144, Bldg. 200


Stu. Nurses Association

Rm. 220, Bldg. 970


Student Occupational Therapy

Rm. 116, Bldg. 630


Support of Children, Youth, and Families

Rm. 157, Bldg. 200


Terra Bella

Rm. 100, Bldg. 620


Women Empowerment Club

Rm. 212, Bldg. 410


Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Constitution Day

TTC is celebrating “Constitution Day”

 A Voter Registration Drive
will be held on all campuses
sponsored by the League of Women Voters

Wednesday, September 17
10:00 a.m. – 1:00 p.m.

Main Campus – Bldg 410, Student Lounge
Palmer Campus – Main Lobby
Berkeley Campus – Cafeteria
Mt. Pleasant Campus – Student Lounge
Please stop by, register to vote,
and pick up a free copy of
“The U.S. Constitution”

 Join Americans throughout the country in celebrating
Constitution Day 2014!


Written By: Kim Kovavich

Do you ever drink more than you intended?
Have you ever been unable to remember part of the previous evening, even though your friends say you didn't pass out?
When drinking with other people, do you try to have a few extra drinks when others won't know about it?
Have you tried switching brands or drinks, or following different plans to control your drinking?
These are only a few of the questions which can be found in an on-line test used to determine the probability that drinking has become a problem in someone's life. Do not beat yourself up if you answered yes to any of them. Alcoholism is not due to a character weakness; it does not mean you are inferior. Caroline Lane, a friend well versed in this illness states, "I believe alcoholism is a disease, not a choice."
We've all done it. We wake up in the morning hung over and regretting the previous night's activities. A holiday party, a get together with friends, or that last minute decision to forget the stressful events of the day are all examples of the occasional reasons to tie-one-on. Once in a while, these moments are expected, even cathartic, but when do these moments in life begin to be reasons for concern?
Although each individual is different, there are many general symptoms of alcoholism that can give a wide array of individual’s insight into the chance that they may have a problem with alcohol. Intervention treatment websites  contain such symptoms and questions as to whether a person's drinking habits have become problematic.
1. You drink to de-stress.
2. You repeatedly neglect your responsibilities.
3. You use alcohol in dangerous situations.
4. You have legal problems due to drinking.
5. You continue to drink despite relationship problems.
Science has proven that some people are genetically predisposed to becoming an alcoholic. Other people become dependent simply because they are trying to change the way they feel due to stressful events or traumatic experiences in their lives. Jordon Stoop, fellow student and friend had this to say concerning alcoholism, "To me it's when, instead of going out and doing anything in general, you would rather stay at home and drink, or when you use it to mask your pain".
In a random survey conducted of 10 fellow Trident students and teachers, 50% answered yes to all of the questions found at the beginning of this article. This disease is far more problematic than we want to admit and an alcoholic is not limited to that homeless person sleeping in the park or under a bridge, with a brown paper bag. 
If you or anyone you know is struggling with this illness, there is help out there; you are not alone.

"The first step toward recovery from alcoholism is the recognition that a problem exists. Once the problem drinker breaks through denial and admits to having a problem, a range of treatment options become available".  Jeffrey S. Neird, Health in the New Millennium

Charleston Recovery Center is located in West Ashley of Charleston and is a 90-day, AA, spiritual program which concentrates on addressing a three part illness of the body, mind, and spirit. If interested, please call Directors Ronnie Byers at 843-270-1588 or Annie Blanton at 843-607-3571.  This program works! And if it can work for me, I know it can work for you...

Cold, Flu, and Allergy Season is Coming: Are You Prepared?

Written By: Levena Lindahl

          Many people suffer from seasonal allergies, typically during the spring and fall.  But do you know if you are actually suffering from allergies or if you have a cold or the flu?  Here are some ways to tell the difference, and some tips to get you through this season of sniffles.

          Allergies are caused when your body mistakes harmless substances -- such as dust or pollen -- for germs and attacks them. Your body releases chemicals such as histamine, which can cause swelling in your nasal passages, a runny nose, coughing, and sneezing. Allergies are not contagious, although some people may inherit a tendency to develop them. Allergies also come in three levels:  mild, moderate and severe.  Mild allergies typically have symptoms such as an itchy nose and watery eyes.  Moderate allergies involve sneezing fits, congestion and sore throats.  Severe allergies are when your nose is constantly running or congested, you have frequent sneezing fits, your eyes are red, itchy and puffy and your throat is incredibly sore.  This is where allergy medications like Zyrtec or Nasonex come in handy.  Make sure you talk to a doctor to figure out a proper allergy medication dosage if you have severe allergies.

          Colds are caused by hundreds of different viruses. When one of these viruses gets into your body, your immune system attacks it, resulting in the classic symptoms of a cold, such as congestion and coughing. Bear in mind, the germs that cause colds are contagious. You can pick them up when an infected person sneezes, coughs, or shakes hands with you.  To avoid a cold, wash your hands or carry hand sanitizer and try to avoid touching things you know a sick person has been around.  Try and drink plenty of water, keep up on your vitamin C and get plenty of sleep.

          The flu is nothing to mess around with.  Flu symptoms are usually more severe than cold symptoms and come on quickly, even seemingly overnight. Symptoms of flu include sore throat, fever, headache, muscle aches and soreness, congestion, and cough.  Another danger of the flu, especially in children and the elderly is that it can lead to pneumonia.  If you have flu symptoms and start experiencing shortness of breath, go see a doctor immediately!  Practice the same safeguards as you would against colds; wash your hands, pack hand sanitizer for times when you can’t get to a sink, and cover any coughs or sneezing as a courtesy to your fellow students.  And remember, a healthy, well rested body is harder to get sick!