Senior Year

Our Vacillating Faculty--A very interesting editorial.  Click on article twice to enlarge for easier reading.

Graduation Day--Last Day to sleep!

As we donned our caps and gowns for Chapel, we realized that we would not be here forever. 

We began to think of things we would miss: the creaky, decrepit elevator in Memorial Hall, Refectory meals, South’s leaky shower, the empty swimming pool for sunbathing, Dairy Barn bologna burgers and pound cake. 

We tried to hold the future at bay by dancing on the lawn with the student-center door open and Beatles’ music on the Jukebox turned up to full volume. 

Late at night, we sneaked into the faculty lounge for good luck drinks from the white coffee cups that bore professors’ names painted in red. For

We suffered one of our greatest tragedies as we wept over the assassination of President John Kennedy, the “youngest man elected” and the “youngest to die.” Many of us were not yet old enough to vote. 

We produced the musical, For Heaven’s Sake, and our Senior Follies. 

We completed our practice teaching. 

We walked through the archway often; we knew it was scheduled for demolition. Some of us wandered in the rain in the Moravian Cemetery to cry over the results of our Comprehensive Exams. 

We planned a symposium, "Communication through the Arts in the Twentieth Century."

Some of us planned weddings. 

For the rest of us, applications for jobs and graduate school loomed ominously close. 

We wondered if what we learned these four years would remain with us. No matter what kitchen sink, office desk, or sales counter we wound up behind, could we save ourselves by escaping in our minds and imaginations? 

Had we retained enough? 

We pondered this quotation:“Gee whillikers, what’s college for anyhow—to fill your head full of icky old facts, or to discover the shining essence that is YOU?” 

After 45 years, we still wonder about our essences.

Frances Bailey Broadus-Crutchfield

Remember when we all learned to dance in the halls after quiet hour at night? Some people were faster learners than others,and instruction could be very funny.

Remember: The game played in the study room in the basement of South called "Crunch the Roach". We had some very brave classmates who held the honor of being the best roach crunchers!  Contributed by Becky Gaddy Wright

 

Remember When:  The Home Economics students were asked to donate baked goods  to a bazaar being held to raise money for what I cannot remember - maybe for the Home Economics House.  Mrs. Margaret Snow, Chairman of the Department encouraged all of us to donate something - of course, homemade.  Now I thought this was a wonderful idea but simply did not have the time to make anything from scratch; my weekend plans took precedence over a baked goods sale.  So I walked to Dewey's Bakery, purchased a delicious box of cookies, put them in a cookie tin from home and took the cookies to Mrs. Snow.  Monday morning I was called to Mrs. Snow's office.  It seems that Mrs. Gramley bought them and thought them perfectly delicious and had called to get the recipe. With fear and trepidation, I confessed. 

Contributed by Irene Rose Lacey

 

                                    


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