Middle Tennessee State University - Midlander Yearbook (Murfreesboro, TN)

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Let ' s hope they told the freshmen where to go to get the best tacos and the cheapest beer. Ah, but the SOAs also act as another ploy, that of get- ting the freshmen so worn down they won ' t know what hit them when it is time to register. REGISTRATION God bless the child who can make it all the way through registration with one hair left on his or her head. Trying to register sanely and with complete composure just cannot be done. It is enough to make you take a slow boat to Colorado with one pad- dle (and that ain ' t a bad idea). Every student must secure admis- sion to their desired courses says the MTSU Bulletin. Easier said than done, sweetheart. Have you ever

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as much fun for the incoming greenies as she could. Not onl did she bring performing artist Charlie Daniels (who has played guitar behind such greats as Dylan), she, along with Don Goldman and his FANTASTIC group of performers, presented the rock opera Tommy . It was so succes- ful that Tommy was presented a second night. Her SO As (Student Orientation Advisers) took the herd of scared, what - the - hell - am - I doing here freshmen and introduced them to college life. The SOAs told their charges where one must go if one has to do so and so (in other words, what one must do if one wants to cut through all the red tape this univer- sity seems to thrive upon.)

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tried to rearrange your whole sched- ule, which you worked out so meticu- lously so it would fit your life style, only to have to change it in the mid- dle of Murphy Center? Ah, well, such is the life to which you are now about to become accus- tomed. If you by some miracle make it through registration, you can clutch your hastily penciled, probab- ly wrong, Assessment-Receipt card and your empty wallet and head home. HOME? Not the home where your parents live but the new one that is now your own little world. If you live in the dorm, those sharing your room may include mice and bugs. The girl who lived next to me last year captured (yes, captured) enough cockroaches to spell out B-U-G-S in capital letters under her vanity sink. Anyhow, you are back at your dorm room now. You cast a disparaging look around and find that maybe you aren ' t as anxious as you thought to get away from home. You are in the room that you will call home for the next semester and suddenly you feel all alone. This is the first thing you must face, you are alone ... all by yourself. There is no Mom or Dad to hold your hand and go running to when things go wrong. This is the place where you will sleep, feel sorry for yourself, laugh, raise cain, and cry. Yes, this is home now. Cheer up. Everything is going to turn out all right. You ' ve just got the preclasses-college-student slump. Things will get better. You will meet people who care about the world around them . . . pollution, birth control, ecology . . . people who can really care about you as a person. You have arrived. Just think, it ' s only the beginning . . .