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Goodbye to “one of a Cline”

To the fearless Katie Cline,

You have been the brightest light in the office since the first day I stepped into it. Full of witty humor and kindness, you took a new A&E girl in without a blink and made me feel welcome and, most importantly, home. I will never forget the openness that you ensured I was extended from day one. I remember leaving the first time meeting you thinking about how much I hoped you liked me and how I hoped I made a good impression because I thought so highly of you.

Katie Cline and Alissa Camplin at GO! Orientation in summer 2017 (photo via The Chanticleer).

There are so many traits you possess that I aspire to be when I grow up: brave, brilliant and altogether beautiful. Your grace and smarts are unmatched. Thank you for the times you didn’t roll your eyes when I had to ask basic grammar questions or when I told you I would be a feeeeeew minutes past deadline.

Thank you for the times you joined in singing (screaming) Ed Sheeran in the office, and thank you for turning a blind eye to the shenanigans that Tim and I would get ourselves into.

Thank you for an abundance of Taco Tuesdays and tequila. Thank you for the advice I didn’t want to hear and the guidance when I needed it more than anything else in the world. Thank you for the effort you put into making this newspaper a force to be reckoned with the university. I will always be honored to have worked under such an all-around amazing editor-in-chief.

I’m crying as I type this because I am so not ready to let you move on, but I am so excited for your future. Kansas doesn’t know how lucky it is to be earning such a gem of the hills. This office will miss your laugh and I will always wince at the thought of walking in and not seeing you cuddled up in your blanket behind your computer.

Katherine, I love you endlessly. Because you were here, the Chanticleer is a better place. Thank you for being “one of a Cline.”Thank you for being my friend.


Alissa Camplin

Arts and Entertainment Editor

Don’t be bullied by the YEET YEET trucks

Alissa CamplinArts and Entertainment Editor

I have driven in a few major cities in the United States.

Atlanta.  Chicago. New Orleans.  Heck, I’ll even throw in Birmingham for funsies. I’ve driven in feet of snow, the heat of day, in partial Jacksonville monsoons, and even watched a tornado pass in front of my car on April 27, 2011 when I was on my way to Illinois for a family party.

I can successfully say that I NEVER have I seen worse drivers than in Jacksonville.

Listen, I understand defensive driving.  

I get that you have to get out of the long line that forms in Gamecock Village’s driveway 15 minutes before class, and sometimes that means cutting people traveling 201 off.  It’s fine. They’ll live…right?

I know your frustration trying to turn onto Trustee Circle by the library and not being able to go on your green arrow due to the car in front of you going straight because they’re going to Dollar General.

I know that there are stop signs ignored all the time (Looking at you, Mountain Street intersection past 10:30 at night) and I totally agree with the rest of the population of Jacksonville that the speed limit on Pelham should be at least 45, not 25.  

Those are my complaints on an average day.

When there is questionable weather, however, the drivers around this town earn a whole new set of complaints that make me wonder how any of them actually earned a license.

Harsh weather is scary, especially when the lights on the back half of town are the first to go out and the lights on the other side begin to blink.

That’s the part I understand.  The part I have problems with is how everyone seems to ignore basic driving school 101 when it comes to these situations.

But, reader, you may ask, what’s all the complaining about? What’s the problem?

Because ya’ll little buttheads need to realize that you SHARE the road and that the decisions you make behind the wheel matter.  

A few weeks ago, Mountain Street got wrecked by straight-line winds.  It was serious and it was scary for a few minutes. I ended up driving home from class in the middle of it.  No biggie, I’ve done worse. Just slow and steady. Just get home.

I approach the 4-way to go home and stop because the light is flashing red (For those who have forgotten, a flashing red light turns that intersection into a 4-way stop).

Next thing I know, the little country bumpkin that was behind me in his big YEET YEET truck is zooming past me, yelling at me because I was had apparently disrupted his driving flow.  But in the midst of his temper tantrum, he cut off the people in the lane beside me and zoomed around my car to turn in front of me.

Listen, guys.  I drive a Veloster.  For those unfamiliar, it’s a little hatch-back sportsy thing with three doors.  I will not be bullied by YEET YEET trucks (You know the ones I’m talking about. The ones that were in senior pictures and the cover photos of their FaceBook accounts. Yeah, those). I chased that man into the parking lot of the coliseum and let him HAVE IT.  Not my finest moment, but that’s not the point.

All in all, know your rules.  Don’t be the guy that makes me write an entire oped because Spongebob could drive better than you can.

Stay safe out there, friends.  And don’t let big YEET YEET trucks boss you around.  

4 for 4: Life and Liberty

As a special Valentine’s Day treat, the four editors of The Chanticleer have written about a few of the things that they love. Here’s Arts and Entertainment Editor Alissa Camplin:

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To the most wonderful little girl I’ve ever loved,

I knew you would change my life the first time I saw you. It was a hot and muggy 4th of July and you walked up to me in the middle of my shift without a care in the world, despite your bleeding paw and the fact you were soaking wet.

I was so smitten by your sweet and understanding eyes and the most gentle disposition I had ever seen in a dog. I remember asking Facebook to help find your parents, only to have people respond that you had been wandering around JSU for over a year. I was heartbroken.

How could anyone not want you? You were kind and considerate. Especially now, I just had to accept the fact that I will NEVER understand how anyone could turn you down.

I went digging. I found the owners that were supposed to keep you safe. I found the people that were responsible for you roaming the streets. And I decided that you would never, EVER have to do that again. I changed your name to Liberty in honor of 4th of July and promised you would eventually like scheduled feedings and pet insurance more than the “freedom” you were finding in chaos. Sometimes I feel like we’re still working on it, but it’s getting better every day.

I don’t know exactly the moment I decided that you were coming home with me, but I know that by the end of my shift, I was calling you mine. I was telling random people in my checkout line that a pup had adopted me that day and how excited I was to get you home and in my arms.

Not all of it was roses and daisies. I had some things to work through. I wasn’t in a pet friendly apartment and I had no knowledge of the Pyrenees breed. Both of these issues ended up being resolved with Google searches as I found a place that we could both call home and did so much research on your breed for hours on hours.

After that, you quickly became my favorite part of the day.

Thank you for being my go-to date to Lowes whenever I don’t want to go alone. Thank you for cuddling my when you can sense my stress level is high. Thank you for being my most understanding and most loyal companion. Thank you for letting me dress you up and take pictures of you to post on your Instagram. Also, thank you for never ever ever having an accident in the house. You’re the best, Lib.

My sweet Liberty has changed my entire life for the better. Every second since you picked me has been full of love and tenderness that I’m convinced only you could bring.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Lib. I love you more than life itself.



“Glee” actor, Mark Salling, dead at 35 from suicide

Alissa CamplinArts & Entertainment Editor

According to TMZ, law enforcement found 35 year-old “Glee” star Mark Salling hanging from a tree on Tuesday, Jan. 30.

His legal trouble began in Jan. 2013 when his girlfriend, Roxanne Gorzela, claimed sexual battery when the actor refused to use a condom during the times they had consensual sex. When confronted later, Gorzela claims that Salling pushed her down. Later, the two settled for $2.7 million and the charges were dropped.

Mark Salling was found dead on January 30 from an apparent suicide (photo via IMDB).

His child pornography case began in Dec. 2015 when he was arrested for possessing disturbing images of prepubescent children on a tip from an ex-girlfriend.

Salling was charged with a second count of receiving and possessing child pornography in May 2016, five months after his initial arrest.

He surrendered himself to police a week later.

October 2016 brought forward a rape allegation from an ex of Salling saying that he raped her after months of them dating. The L.A. County District Attorney rejected the case due to the fact that the woman waited too long to report the incident.

Salling attempted suicide in Aug. 2017 by slashing his wrists, according to TMZ.

It was months before his scheduled trial where he faced prison time for his crimes.

After, he was taken to a rehab facility following a psychiatric evaluation at the hospital.

In October 2017, Salling agreed to take a plea deal that would give him a sentence 4-to-7-year prison sentence for possessing pornographic images rather than the about 20 years he was previously looking at.

Additionally, he was ordered to stay away from school yards, parks, public swimming pools, playgrounds, youth centers or anywhere else primarily used by persons under the age of 18.

In December 2017, Sallling officially plead guilty to possessing child porn and was ordered to register as a sex offender, undergo treatment, and pay $50,000 in restitution to each of his victims as part of the accepted plea deal.

At the time, the U.S. Attorney’s office said it would be at least three months before Salling received his official sentence.

While awaiting his sentencing, Salling decided to take his own life in the Sunland area of Los Angeles by hanging himself in a baseball field, according to law enforcement sources.

In a statement issued by his lawyer, Salling’s family said he was “doing his best” to atone for his mistakes.

Montgomery mourns loss of Taco Bell

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Ashley Nicole and her angel singers perform a Taco
 Bell song. Dozens gathered in Montgomery in the
Arby’s parking lot for a candlelight vigil for the Taco
Bell next door, which caught fire Wednesday. The
whole thing began as as a Facebook event joke posted
by Katie James that drew the attention of thousands (photo via the Montgomery Advertiser).

Alissa CamplinArts & Entertainment Editor

It started as a joke on the internet.

It ended with dripping wax and songs about Baja Freezes.

A 24-hour Taco Bell caught fire in the early hours of Wednesday, Jan. 17. No one was injured and authorities have not determined the cause of the initial spark.

The closure of Taco Bell deeply affected current and former Montgomery residents, as evidenced by the candlelight vigil to mourn the great loss that went viral this week. More than a hundred people came to honor the mecca of delicious and cheap food.

“It just gave people something to talk about other than all the negativity that’s going on right now,” organizer Katie James said of the unconventional event.

The crowd, full of teens and adults alike, brought Taco Bell products and candles. The group was forced to go into the Arby’s parking lot after the Taco Bell lot was closed down.

A local comedian, Ashley Nicole Portis, performed a reprise of a Taco Bell parody video she released last year. Portis said that Taco Bell was an important instrument to

earning her degree from Alabama State University.

“I’ve had a lot of memories created at Taco Bell,” she said. “I was a theater major and we had long, long rehearsal nights. It was extremely taxing, and you don’t always have time to eat. You miss the cafeteria, it closes early. In Montgomery, everything else closes early.”

As the crowd began to tire out, some headed into the Arby’s for a late dinner. But that restaurant closes at midnight, as does a nearby McDonalds. With the loss of the Taco Bell, Montgomery’s late night options have dwindled to a precious few.

Shaw Gibbins posted on the event’s page on Facebook with this lovely poem of remembrance:

“When McDonalds failed me, you lifted me up. When Sonic was closed, you filled my cup. When Arby’s went dark, you made me smile. Your quesadillas sustained me mile after mile.”