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

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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. ■■■•■ '

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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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Freshmen, the class of 1944 T» HE largest of all classes got under way rather peacefully last fall, after the first two weeks thinned out the violently homesick. Our class election went off with much less log rolling than usual, for Johnny West was unanimously elected president. The Marshall family were chosen sponsors. Our first college exams found us panic- Top roiv: Sunny Trumbo, Evelyn Dcnl, Maggie Wood Brett, Margaret Wenzel Bottom roTi : Macaria Sheffield, Johnny West, Nellie Mcllwaine Spo Mr. and Mrs. Marshall and Richard Marshall stricken. Still, the class as a whole came through successfully. Hockey was a new sport for most of us. Remember the time Miss Ap- plebee coached our phys. ed. class, and we staggered in and collapsed on our beds, mentally disillusioned and physically despairing of ever learning to play? Bids were sent out — goats came out, and white dresses went out (to the laundry). Some of us made it; some waited hopefully.