Indiana University - Arbutus Yearbook (Bloomington, IN)

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phoios Dennis Chamberlin

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Moving in Uonna left for school today. Although dried tears were forever being replaced by fresh ones. Don- na ' s motner, Drotha Bruno, insisted that she entertained no worries about her daughter ' s ability to be a fine young lady at Indiana Univer- sity. Just like she is at home. It was the last time Drotha would have to fight the college crowds in her career as a mother. She has pack- ed up seven others who have made the trip, all to different schools. Now, Donna is the easiest to let go. Drotha listened, undaunted, to her daughter talk about the won- derfulness of life without curfews or stupid high school men. She didn ' t tell you guys, Drotha interrupted, but she thought she had too many mothers and fathers at home, with all those brothers and sisters worry- ing about her, too. She wrapped a mothering arm around her daughter ' s shoulder. I have so many mixed emotions. I ' ve gone through these motions of send- mg them off — why, we both know them well. I just know she ' ll be okay. As for herself, with a new home in LaPorte now minus eight children, there is also a new beginning. Drotha has again started to teach school, and has a big new house to get in order. I ' m gonna sleep and just relax tomorrow, she said — as she hand- ed her daughter another Kleenex. D onna came to school today. Everybody says this is a party dorm, she said, eyeing her bare McNutt Quad Walls, as she waited to get a first look at the roommate she would share them with. Sitting in her already-made bed behind her already-prepared desk on her first day of college, 18-year-old Donna Bruno became the last of a family of eight children to break the apron strings and head for school. She wasn ' t scared, though. I can ' t wait to get to know all these super people from every- where, she said. And the guys have to be better than high school. They were the worst. The guys, however, were not the only call Donna heard coming from the Big Ten. She ' s going to join a sorority. She ' s going to get good frades and season football and bas- etball tickets. But she isn ' t going to miss home. Not much, anyway. Donna struggled to hold her tears, then borrowed another Kleenex from a friend. But she ' s not going to miss home. She is sure, and besides, there are more important things to think about right now, with a new room- mate arriving any minute and the room to be decorated and new peo- ple to meet. I ' ve gotta find my mailbox, Donna said, for an example. Her mother handed her another Kleenex. Chris Lavin C

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Registration o, ' rientation Assistants advised us that it would be a good idea to go through Mock Registration so we wouldn ' t get lost in the registration maze the next day. As we were all new to the university system — freshmen and transfer students — we decided to follow their advice. It really paid off. Or so we thought. The one-hour walk-through fea- tured explanations of what was in- volved at each stop, what to bring the next day, and, most important, how simple the whole thing really was. We left the fieldhouse feeling quite confident. But the moment of truth arrived August 26. What had seemed easy just the day before proved to be just the opposite. No one told us now many lines there were: lines to get inside the fieldhouse, lines for class cards, lines to get into the financial aid area, and, finally, lines to pay fees. We also lacked information on exactly where the checkpoints were, and how to step around those sitting on the floor, frantically searc hing through course-selection books. We were the unlucky ones — those who hadn ' t preregistered classes in the summer. That glaring mistake haunted us everytime a class closed or a line stretched com- pletely around the fieldhouse. But it was not the time for self-castigation. Morning registrants saw fewer problems. Some were even sur- prised by stories of afternoon stu- dents who needed up to three-and- a-half hours to register. The registration workers also felt the impact of the masses, as they received complaints and insults from impatient students. Said one worker looking up from her typewri- ter at the endless mass of bodies: ' T ' ve never seen it this bad. But others had — and probably would again, for each year seems the worst. That is, until the next August, when the temperature rises, and the num- ber of students in line grows. Ellen Fowler