University of Rhode Island - Renaissance / Grist Yearbook (Kingston, RI)

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These were the years that were filled with discoveries, curiousities, disillusion and success — a better notion of who we are. Sometimes lonely, sometimes elated . . . A prelude of independence, a start at testing ideas. Places to learn, debate, act, sing, dance, eat, sleep. New friendships sometimes didn’t last, Old friendships sometimes broke apart . . . We all go on together. Septembers arrived fresh with a new year ahead. Registration got straightened out, schedules rearranged. New friends were made, roommates discovered, housemates settled. Professors introduced. Classes begun. There were the inevitable, un avoidable lines waiting at the bookstore. There was the first paper or exam. The library needed re-exploring. But then, what about a concert, a party, a friday nite movie, or the play that just opened? Or the mushroom? “How are the Rams doing?”

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Winter approached before you were ready. You were never quite sure how it was going to hit. Seemed it snowed itself out last year with the giant snow-storm. Football gave way to basketball. As the trees started to turn you might have noticed the disappearance of another great elm or two, quickly being replaced by a hardier variation, lining the quad. Davis Hall’s electronic chimes rang faithfully at a quarter to one — ranging from something classical to God Bless America (or was that America the Beautiful?) High noon still met to celebrate the week’s end. Here and there one might have occasionally have spied a tow-truck, or one’s car being ticketed! “You say you’ve got to study? What say we see what’s happening at the Pub . . .?” Midterms landed before you knew it. Everyone was at the Beachcomber. “Wait until finals catch up with you!”