North Central College - Spectrum Yearbook (Naperville, IL)

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'Wris- Books are reluctantly opened- Occasionally opening our minds to a new idea. And the spark of enthusiasm, the desire to learn Flickers, and almost Catches hre- But too often is smothered bythe stampede of Final after final after . . . And, at last, the last head is raised, the last cramped hand released, the last blotted paper submitted- Our final bow taken- And the curtain is drawn. Behind the curtain, the stage clears- clothes flung into bulging suitcases, books dumped in cartons, cars loaded horns honking a Merry Christmas, See You Be good! I Exodus. Perhaps the buildings breathe an initial sigh of relief, As creaking floors are given a rest 23

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to assure us of Return. Some travel-widening our world to New York City- theatre, wonder-spun walks, memorable days, almost remembered nights. Cur College Bowl team Hickers across our TV,s- and we are proud. Washington- where political science courses become grounded in personalities, places, programs. Chicago, into a different realm of the city, where we learn to accept, to recognize our own limitations South America, making abstract language necessary reality. Some of us wandered on our own- to friends, relatives, fun, Others returned to North Central, forming a shadow ofthe totality. Seminars, Discussions- Interaction and thinking in concentration. Theater and music temporarily reconciled- An opera-drama workshop. And, for others, the bliss of oblivions- the pilgrimage through a book, an idea: Renewed in-depth contact with the almost, the unknown. And the six weeks pass- 25