Louisiana State University - Gumbo Yearbook (Baton Rouge, LA)

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Dorm life. Part of the college experience since the beginning. Men ' s dorms haven ' t changed in concept or experience since the Dark Ages, but then they were called Monasteries. The same jokes on the bathroom walls, not to men- tion the creations of frustrated art- ists (lovers), the same late night restlessness for which there is no cure (but bull-sessions at least take your mind off of it for a while). The cramming for exams, the noisy neighbors, the weird roommates are all part of scholastic experience and have been for a thousand years. That first day - - running from the housing office to men ' s housing and back, Getting the Key, trying to check in with the counselor (how come the dorm doors are still locked?), you must be my room- mate (God, why do I always get the prizes?). Finally, (at last!) school starts, schedules are ironed out, books bought, you get a good roommate, the cafeteria opens (after paying fees, you didn ' t have any money left to eat with!), and you ' ve even stud- ied some for your classes. Only one thing is lacking and you roam the streets looking for her. You stare at girls in the post-office, try blind dates, even go to a dorm dance or two, utterly fruitless. Rayner 20 Student Life

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Ford being resoundingly whacked in the head with the same sculpture when the art gum becomes unstuck. having 22 sisters and more to meet every semester. learning the art of survival on cam- pus from those sage girls who have lived in the same dorm for two years. being teary eyed at the end of the semester when you have to leave those creeps next door who always complained that the stereo was too loud but you grew to like anyway. a type of sisterhood without the monthly dues. by Mary Schambach Luci LeBlanc Meredith Student Life 19

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Rayner Rayner In despair you decide to get drunk. (What ' s the cheapest bar in town?). You ' re halfway there, your eyes have only lost their focus slightly, when there she is at your elbow - - a vision of loveliness. What ' s a nice girl like you doing in a dump like this? Looking for me? Oh baby, where have you been all my life? I don ' t care about them; do you believe in love at first sight? Someone is shaking you - - hey. buddy, wake up, it ' s closing time. You did make it after all. Somehow you find your car (of course, it ' s yours, the keys fit, didn ' t they?). This place looks somehow famil- Williams iar -- you kill the car and stagger in. Where am I? Kirby-Smith?! You somehow find your room and fall into your bed and should it occur to you, you would find no comfort in the thought that not all of your edu- cation takes place in the classroom. - Terry Mathers Rayner Student Life 21