University of Kansas - Jayhawker Yearbook (Lawrence, KS)

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Students at the Y-retreat learn about Hill activities. Orientation is just another way for saying follow the signs. DEAR STUDENT: you ARE Lost BACK AND a LOu sicNs OR SOMEONE 1 1 The climax of orientation: the street dance. deans ' meetings, convocations, jiicnics, and get-to- know-each-other itarties had begun. The fiosh were always on the go from then on, with very little time of their own. It was all a dizzy race to get there on time. But soon, the actual school year really got un- derway, and Orientation ' 56 became only a happy memory to a couple thousand wizened boys and girls.

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Rush week was over for the Greeks. The Iiule- pendents had returned to their halls of new and old faces. Orientation was in the past. The freshmen were vaguely familiar with hills, halls, and houses. But none on the campus felt e ' ntirely free to relax, for all knew that still ahead was perhaps the greatest trial of all — enrollment. Whether new student or a graduate, he frankly dreaded the process, and why not? IBM or not, the task of gaining admittance to one of KU ' s many classes still appeared as a wild dream, endless and chaotic. As in the past, the University was quite benevo- lent in providing advice, directions and forms for the experienced. However, the student himself had to produce the patience, stamina and argument necessary to defend himself against the army of other enrollees, nerve-wracked workers and firm, complacent advisers. Perhaps the most confusing aspect of enroll- ment to the new student was that of following the abundant signs and words of direction, placed so he could maneuver quickly through Strong and the Union. These signs led to that unique feature of enrollment — the line. Ajjparent almost anywhere along the well-beaten path, these columns usually consumed from f(jrty-five minutes to an hour of the student ' s time. As usual, the grin, groan, and shuffle method emerged as the only effective way to combat this evil. The experience of enrollment gave the student the feeling of being little more than a commodity, and not really an individual whose future lay in this institution. Early in the game he was num- bered, photographed, tagged for the proper school, packaged, and headed for another station. But later, after conferring with his adviser, and then in class, did he discover the personal touch. Finally after attaching himself to that last shuffling line, arranging the myriad of cards in the proper order, and turning them over to last harried worker, one could feel that he relatively free from worry for a lew days. oh, no! Upon a[)jiroaching greeted him? Another line. Your last stop — we hope. hat kvas But h i()kstore — what I