Marshall University - Chief Justice Yearbook (Huntington, WV)

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4 Jl Jt We missed it Nameless faces had answers We looked at others we passed on campus without really seeing who they were. Some people we saw hundreds of times and never stopped to talk. We never learned what they had to say, what they thought or what they wanted to do with their lives. New friendships formed. Roommates could be either great buddies or small headaches. But learning to deal with someone on a daily basis in tight quarters was helpful both for today and future use. Sometimes we got wrapped up in our prob- lems and ignored everything and everyone else. We had good days and bad days. For some students, falling in love was a monthly affair. Boyfriends and girlfriends began to replace parents as primary sources of support. We walked to classes without paying atten- tion to maintenance workers who kept sidewalks and classrooms clean. We passed the Memorial Student Center and missed that it was anything more than a hang-out. There was so much more to being a student at Marshall than we ever thought about. At any given moment, hundreds of things, peo- ple, ideas, events, emotions, problems, solu- tions, questions, and even answers were hid- den in plain sight.

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Trying to find our own way TUDENT LIFE could mean almost any- thing. At Marshall, it meant everything from attending classes to partying in our free time. We all had our priorities. Whether we wanted to attend a fraternity or sorority party, hurried to get to work on time or tried to balance our checkbooks, we found time to do what was important to us. Students routinely faced problems with roommates, classes, transportation, money or dating. We had attacks of munchie fever at midnight. We cheered for the Herd at one time or another. We tried to get a jump on the summer by tanning ourselves on the roofs of residence halls. We worried about cramming for exams and put it off until the night before. Not only did we face those situations, we usually dealt with them as best as we were able. But the methods we used to handle our crises were not always apparent. The hours we spent trying to cope were hid- den in plain sight. Sidewalks lead students to classes. Sunny days lead students to dream o f beaches and pools and golden brown tans, like Sigma Sigma Sigma sorority members Darlene Willett, Tammy Richardson and Tma Boggess.