Tufts University - Jumbo Yearbook (Medford, MA)

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I chuckled to myslef as I passed a bunch of students leaving Hodg- don, and thought of my traumatic year spent imprisoned in the basement there. Isolated, we were always first to catch wind of the evenings gourmet meal. My roommate and I had picked number 166 in the housing lottery. We hoped that Housing would kick some junior out of a luxurious room in Strat¬ ton so that we could snatch it up. But, no such luck. . . . Those at Tufts who are lucky enough to have a girlfriend or boyfriend make the most of it. There are many men and women who would insist that dating here is non-existent. That’s not totally true. Some couples have become cre¬ ative. Instead of simply going out to dinner or to a movie, they go to museums, go bowling, or go all out and make their date dinner. Gourmet dinners are the most fun. A frozen pizza is a definite cop-out. Veal parmesan, or curried chicken, preceded by appetizers and served by candle light is romantic. Those who have not been so lucky as to treat a lover to a romantic meal should keep their hopes up. Creativity may be the key to a first date. Instead of the usual restaurant, party, or movie, let the imagination come alive.

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This year women’s lib came through, and some of the daring female residents of West Hall joined the ranks of the naked run. Now, I was really in a hurry. How could I be late to an 11:30? I hurried to the kitchen, fixed myself a bowl of granola and yogurt, the new craze. I wolfed it down and ran out the door heading for Cohen Auditorium.

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I entered Cohen. It was 11:35. Oh well, only five minutes late. Class in Cohen, like any other class, was 50 min¬ utes spent with The Daily. We tried to lose ourselves in the world of statistics, but somehow the back page of the pa¬ per was more enticing. There was a pre¬ scribed routine: a glance at the Quote of the Day”, 29