Marshall University - Chief Justice Yearbook (Huntington, WV)

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Divide Marshall's activities into the four seasons — fall, winter, spring, and summer. Then ask the question, What do the seasons of the year have to do with us, the students at this institution of higher learning? Maybe nothing, perhaps we ourselves are the ones responsible for what happens here. And yet, maybe the seasons do have something to Ho with at least otir attitudes. 4 9 wrm

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In the fall, we arrive in Hunting-ton, most of us anxious to get started doing something—whether it be hitting all the clubs and bars once again or just settling down, ready to get this last year over. But many of us get disheartened; nothing has changed—the bars are the same way that we left them, once again the Thundering Herd ends up with a disastrous football record, midterms come up, leaving the fear that this may not be the last year after all. So with the last few traces of optimism, we watch winter arrive. With the -ainy, dreary, cold mornings, comes the rationalizing thought that maybe it isn't all that important to brave the weather, to walk across campus to those early morning classes. And with that thought, we crawl hark into bed, knowing that our grades will suffer; but we can always cram during finals week. Naturally because of the cold weather we are closer to one another, pc'haps undesirably close, with whomever we've been living with, or trying to live with, this whole semester. But we guess we can make it just a few more weeks. Dreaded f.nals come and go. Then we all go; home too, to enjoy winter, to take that skiing trip or fly south to enjoy some warm weathei. When we all come back the long vacation has helped. It's still winter but it's a fresh start. Cries of Boy, I'm going to hit the hooks this semester for a change! are heard across campus; and the cries of good mentions fall short as the bars run their tempting back-to-school specials, the professors seem even more unmerciful. And if that isn't enough, the weathei gets worse. As winter finally fades away we all wonder if anyone, including our administration, has heard our cries of despair over the strong-blowing winds that have carried us across campus. lust in time, spring, the long awaited season of rebirth finally comes. Now it's not so bad to get up early. It's a wonderful feeling to open the window and smell that first fresh breath of spring air. But who wants to waste the sunsh ne and warm weather sweating in a classroom when there's a whole new world waiting to be discovered? For many of us, Ritter Park is where the action is, where we can do whatever we want to do. Even though spring brings about new hopes and reborn optimism, we still don't put them to use on our hooks. There's nothing like an evening walk to wherever our particular place of action is, whether it be a friend's apartment or even to the library, to take our minds off life's pressures. Again we face finals, last minute term papers that have to be written, all in hope of getting out of Hunting-ton to go home for the summer. Spring brings about saying goodbye to many people we may never see again; sometimes that is good and sometimes that is sari. Nevertheless we pack up, most of us leaving our home away from home with a few misgivings but more often with a feeling of relief. Summer comes, but not many of us arc left at Marshall to welcome it. Although a few of us return to take up or make up a few more hours in summer school, the majority of us have fled to spend a few weeks at the beach in order to regain our sanity or to return to the summer job we must have if we plan to return to this place of higher learning next fall. And so it goes, year after year, season after season. We, the students of Marshall University, do have something to say about what goes on here; but we must admit that the four seasons of the year also have something to do with the way we feel, with what wc make of an academic year at Marshall. 6