University of Arkansas Monticello - Boll Weevil Yearbook (Monticello, AR)

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Below: UNIVERSITY PRESIDENT Charles Bishop and Board member Louis Ramsey await the seating of degree candidates. Left: LEONARD RICE sits patiently during graduation rehearsal.

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Right: CHANCELLOR TAY- LOR addresses the 1979 graduating class of the University of Arkansas at Monticello. Below: CECIL SUITT dodges shutter-clicking relatives after receiving his diploma. Right: KARLA KERR accepts her diploma and a congratu- latory handshake from Board of Trustees member Louis Ramsey. - ee i AN eae.

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106 Student Life One of the most universal student complaints from grade school through college is that the year is too long, that time seems to be creeping along. Actually, time always moves at the same rate. (Exceptions - the last two minutes of a football game, the last minute of a basketball game.) Involved as we are in the daily rou- tine, we sometimes lose track of the day, or some- times month, and in rare occasions, the year. Some students find that moving in and out of a place serve as good orientation points. The year begins, One must move in. Everything. Toothbrush, tapes, swizzle stick, plants, clothes, old bottles, useless magazines, stereos, televisions ... and the list goes on. There are two basic problems to moving out. First, one must assemble this mountain of junk in a halfway organized manner. This means boxes, open drawers, cluttered floors, blocked doors and more. Some students are almost sentimental about leaving a dorm room, apartment or trailer. In most cases, the former abode was the scene of a lot of fun and a lot of work. Others could care less. Transient people, they slam the door and move on. That brings us to the second problem: what does one do with the now-mobile home? The fully loaded car contains most of what one personally owns. Well, there are three options. Go home to the parents, put it in storage, or move in somewhere else. Of course, one might choose to burn his possessions but that type of irrational behavior ceased about the time Bob Dylan had his first hit. Protest is out. A friend once described his moving out experience, but | was moving out at the time and | wasn’t listening to him. You see, that’s what moving out does to you. It distorts time, really puts everything out of whack. It’s also dirty and if you’re a woman, you can break your nails easily. Probably the worst thing about moving out is that, for once in one’s life, one must do something almost all by himself.