Millersville University - Touchstone Yearbook (Millersville, PA)

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Students lives were affected by many things that went on around campus, from the general everyday aspects of college, like munching out, waiting for mail, and watching the soaps, to the specific events that took place at Millersville during the year, like the controversial Delta Sigma Chi Spring Fling picnic and the Holocaust Conference. The diversity of activities meant that there was something for everyone. The Delta Sig picnic was a loud, exhuberant event where students let loose and had a good time. Those attending the programs at the Holocaust Conference were touched, outraged, and angered by what they heard there. Students took part in both, gaining in different ways from what the different experiences had to offer. Both added something extra to college life. Other offerings during the year helped to keep students entertained in one way or another. Along the lines of theater, ACMO and CITAMARD produced Godspell, Cabaret, and A Thurber Carnival. Concert-goers could choose from acts by Witness, the Ramones, and Molly Hatchet as well as appearances by several local bands throughout the year. There was a lot going on for those who wanted to look for it. No one could take advantage of every available experience, but some chose to try. n ... Susan Miller Photo by Mike Mtngey

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On a hot, humid August day, nothing could be worse than Restlessly sleeping, dreaming of making the Dean's list while at the same time enjoying a seemingly endless party, my visions were rudely interrupted by the obnoxious buzzing of an alarm clock. The buzzing continued for quite a long time: I could not seem to find the clock beneath the mountains of clothing, books, albums and food which were carelessly thrown into a pile to be packed and shipped out along with me and my brain, or what was left of it. At last I saw it. a small white clock vibrating beneath a box of Twinkies and a pair of shorts. Impatiently I put the alarm clock out of its misery, while at the same time, accidentally smashing the box of Twinkies. Oh well, I thought to myself. I'll let my little brother feed them to the swans: they'll eat anything, even cafeteria food. It took me a long time to realize that today was moving-in day. a day of mass confusion and new experiences. When I finally did realize it. I began to sweat so heavily that I probabaly could have swum out of bed. I wasn't sure if I was sweating because I was nervous or excited or just because it happened to be 90 degrees outside already. I decided to take a shower; it was to be my last one without having showers screamed at me every time someone flushed a toilet. The shower did little, if any. good because the humidity was so high that I was just as wet out of the shower as I was in it. My stomach growled as I ran downstairs to eat my last breakfast without having to wait in line for orange juice or having to sit on the English muffins to warm them up. Following breakfast. I went back to my room to get dressed. This I could do without having to pull the shade down in case someone decided to get out a pair of binoculars. Oh. the luxuries we so often take for granted. One quickly becomes aware of many of them while attending college. With much help from my family, especially my overly organized mother, who kept reminding me over and over again to pack a toothbrush and deodorant. I finally completed the difficult task of packing for college. My Dad went a bit too far when he rented three (J-hauls after seeing all the things I had packed. I was a Pausing for a breather, Chris Soares tekes a break from moving a friend's belongings into Burrowes Hall. Students filled trucks, vans, ears and even (J-hauls when they returned to the campus in August.—Pholo by Darrin Mann little upset and yelled at him for doing that. I told him he was being ridiculous and knew darn well I only needed two (J-hauls. Working meticulously, we managed to squeeze all of my belongings into only one Cl-haul. Boy. was I proud of myself. I said goodbye to my bed and we took off on an unforgettable trip. It might have been a less memorable experience if it weren't for the fact that we had such terrible traffic as we neared Millersville. Upon exiting Route 30. we came to a screeching halt and found ourselves bumper to bumper with an array of automobiles. We slowly inched our way to the campus following a car stuffed with boxes of clothing, sports equipment and a lone teddy bear peeking worriedly out the window. When we reached PennSupreme. we found a fluorescent orange detour sign in front of North George Street. The street had been transformed into a bumpy dirt road. The detour signs did nothing but cause mass confusion for those newcomers of the college. After what seemed a very long period of time, we weeded our way through parking lots and found a parking spot near the dorm in which I was to live in this semester. Piles of clothing, luggage and fresh sheets clut tering the bed is a sure sign that someone is .. moving in.—Photo by Ben Krolhc Finding the correct dorm was a task in itself. as it seems the dorms are labeled so that no one can determine which one is which from any of the parking lots. As I entered the dorm to check in and get my room assignment. I was told that the reason for the terrible traffic was that 2.735 undergraduates were arriving to live In the 8 Movlng In