Southern Illinois University - Obelisk Yearbook (Carbondale, IL)

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A modern dorm helps o growing school but affects privacy He almost resented it. Why do they have to do avvav with a place that has so many memories? he thought. But then he thought about what it meant to the school. How every new building means more room for future students. It was amazing, how held watched the place grow. When held been a freshman, it seemed as though he knew everyone on campus, and now there were so many people around that he hardly knew anyone anymore. He was glad he,d had a good place to live. If held had to move these last two years, he might have had trouble just finding a place. It'll help when they get those new men's dorms built, he thought. He remembered when VVoody Hall opened. It was when they were juniors, and nearly six months after they'd met. Shed lived in a private home bee lore, but when the new dorm opened, she'd moved in. It was just like a big hotel. A switchboard oper- ator answered when he called. And there were always so many people around the doors at nightl He grinned reflectively as he remembered how strange it seemed. It had made him a bit bashtul at ll1'SI, and he had taken her ff 1 out to the shadowed terrace to kiss her gi x . I goodnight. He'd soon got used to it. ff ,4 That was ooodf' she said. . O . V' He looked up. Huh? Oh, yes, l E g 2. . it wasf he said. VVhat s next on TV? 52335 , tif sg 'Tm not suref' she said, but let's stay and see it. ltls still rainingf' He yawned and streched. Ck, he said, 'Tm

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Muddy days are the price paid for new buildings, progress willing. He looked around at the familiar sur- roundings, usually so hopelessly crowded, and thought about the big, permanent Union being planned. That'll be something to see, he thought. VVish we had it now. Listening to the rain on the roof, he remem- bered another rainy day, the preceding fall. That had been a bad day, a flat, gray day. The term was beginning to catch up with him, and he'd struggled through two pop tests. He'd had to slosh through almost ankle deep mud to get out to the new Life Science building for class. It had seemed the last straw when the jani- tor frowned at him for tracking mud in the hall where he'd just swept, but then, in class, he'd broken a test tube and cut his finger. He was ready to tell the whole place to go to smash. He hated everyone and every- thing connected with Southern. 1 But then he'd run into her during the 1 break between periods, and theyid gone outside and played around like kids, walking planks and dodging pud- dles, and then had sat on the en- trance rail and talked a while. He'd felt better about things then. Perhaps Southern wasnit such a bad place to be after all. Perhaps the mud and inconvenience were just a part of progress and expansion. He'cl remem- bered, then, how held felt the first days of class in the new building. There was something about the sparkling new labs that made even elm leaves seem interesting, and he was glad that he had waited 'till his senior year to take Botany. His no , -.