Marshall University - Chief Justice Yearbook (Huntington, WV)

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H}dden on the IronI campus, the bust ol John Marshall rests on its granite pillar. The bust was a gill ol Senator A.R. Winters. Harry L. McColm Jr. and sculptor IS. Jablonski in 1959. As students, we sometimes go through our college hie blindly. Connie Ray leads Cammie Hersman along a path beside Old Main as part ol a counseling class exercise. . VV! ,::n;,.-« ' IT Never-ending lines Irustrate students who want to register lor classes. Despite a computer- ized registration system, the process ol selecting classes is slow. opening — 3

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6? tMLi. ' . v? issing the obvious Our lives at hidden in As students, we found we never had enough hours in a day to do everything we wanted. No mat- ter how hard we tried, there was no way we could possibly experience every thing that went on around us. We often missed the very obvious things that were a large part of our college existence, but not directly concerned with our day-to- day life at Marshall. We studied for tests without really thinking about the subject matter. We listened to pro- fessors lecture without really hearing what they were saying. We complained about lengthy assignments without considering we might learn something from a project which required extra effort. Scribbling on restroom walls and doors became a past time. Never mind how much it cost to erase our witti- cisms. Vending machines received vicious kicks for ripping us off. Parking tickets from Marshall were plain sight Security were regu- larly ignored. Chemistry classes were more of a has- sle because of the in- convenience of get- ting into the Science Building. Librarians spent hours looking for obscure articles for seemingly ungrateful students. Mechanically, we pushed through lines, — at registration, at the cafeterias, at the cashier ' s office — never realizing the many people and hundreds of work hours it took to keep the university in operation. And although we won one Southern Confer- ence football game, the victory gong in the middle of campus remained silent, as it had for years. We too remained silent on the many issues of national importance that really did touch our lives. -y- - . J. , ' !!

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mmmmm V ' l P hCi ife on a treadmill Our lives became routine. We did not have to make conscious decisions to make it through the day. Our decisions became routine. We bought books without considering the process in- volved in ordering texts. We paid housing costs without thinking about having a roof over our heads. We bought food and other necessities without worrying how banks handled our checks for $1.50. We went to plays on campus without realizing the hours spent in rehearsals or days spent building sets. We ate and drank in area restaurants and bars without knowing how much the businesses depended on our dollars. A routine lor some students was washing their car. Todd Killen gives his ' Vette ' its weekly bath. 4 — opening