James Madison University - Bluestone Schoolmaam Yearbook (Harrisonburg, VA)

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Monday: I ' ll never forget the sinking feeling I had when I first saw Madison College over the entrance and looked up at the buildings. I looked; they glared. My family got me straightened out and said that they absolutely couldn ' t stay a minute longer than 5:30. I said that it seemed to me, if I had to stay nine months, they could stay until 9 o ' clock. . . . They left at 5:30. Tuesday: Today we registered! that is, we stood in a line reaching the length of Wilson Hall, for several hours, wait- ing to sign for classes. If my parents had stuck around, Mr. Chappelear would have The freshmen arrived, bringing new life, ambition, . . . and trunks let me go in ahead of the line. My Petersburg roommate keeps talk- ing about wanting to make the hock ey team. We went to see Brigham Young tonight, thinking that, if we cried, people would think we were crying over the movie. I feel as if I ' m starving. I must not be very homesick, for I can eat three meals a day and all the time between meals. Wednesday : Why didn ' t I listen to my Big Sister when she said bring a raincoat, umbrella, and rubber boots? I ' m soaked (in more ways than one). By the looks of things, I ' ll be broke before Satur- day. Well, since everybody in the junior and senior classes says I ' ll like it here in

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after walking to school in the hardest down- pour of the year? How we tried to recall the advice given in Dr. Hounchell ' s and Miss An- thony ' s education classes, that first time our supervisors left us alone? No, we ' ll never for- get. What pre-nursing student can forget the thrill we got when our monkeys arrived? Then we got down to the serious business of peeling off muscle layers and tracing veins throughout Oscar ' s anatomy. Sometimes our friends sus- pected us of neurotic tendencies as we wan- dered around mumbling, fibula, humerus, tibia, vena, . . . but that was because they had never taken one of Dr. Phillips ' s skeleton tests. In another part of the science department, Dr. Pittman not only showed us how to get Kay Kyser on our radios, but also amused us with tales of faculty doings. Our thanks we wish to offer to Sanders, Lyon, and Slaughter, say the commercial stu- dents; for we future secretaries firmly believe our teachers are tops. We not only learn to type our A, B, C ' s, but also how to be efficient on all angles of our job.

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a couple of weeks, it must be so. What does one do in the meantime? Thursday: Thank heavens it has stop- ped raining, and I have some mail. Did you say we have Orientation at 4:30? We have to write scores of t hemes and remember everything Mrs. Cook says, and pass an exam at Christmas? Well, I don ' t think I ' ll go. You say it ' s optional — com- pulsory? 5:30 Thursday afternoon: That class wasn ' t half bad; I think the sophomore was ribbing me. Friday: Went to the faculty reception and lost my name. There ' s a dance now? Let ' s go. What! No boys to dance with? Well, I think I ' ll study Government. ■■■•■ '