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

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Have you ever driven through Saunderstown or Bonnet at night and gazed across the shimmering water? If you have, then you’ve seen that alighted invitation to Newport — the Newport Bridge. The crossroads to fun. Sometimes the crossroads for on- ly one car at a time, if you’ve ever crossed the strip on a sleety January night. But once you cross the umbilical cord of life there are things like One Pelham East, The Black Pearl, and Yesterday’s, you can’t even recount them all. You could go through all of Newport during your four years and still miss some of the many attractions. The mansions, the cobblestone streets, the restaurants, the tourists and the races. A good alternative to the area nightlife. Impressions 7

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IMPRESSIONS . . . Before the monsoons and the bliz- zards (yes, about a week) there are of course the beaches. The beaches that make Rhode Island The Ocean State,” Sand Hill Cove, Bonnet, Scarborough, Green Hill, ' Gansett Pier, Harbour Island; did I forget anything? Skipping Management 305 on a Tuesday morning and traveling to the beach with a case and what and whoever. Think of it. How many other schools can boast the beaches of GRI? How many can boast the down-the-line life? It’s called Growing Gp on Your Own, and isn’t that what college is all about? Run through Bonnet to ’Gansett Pier and follow the water and the rocks. The sand. Feel calves, hamstrings, and stomach muscles relax. Get together on a Saturday in ear- ly May. Blow off work. Who cares? The end is near.

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IMPRESSIONS . . Back to school, going backdoor through Plains Road on a Sunday night. To the left, woods. To the right, the vast expanse of a lighted up rural University, glowing like a star from afar. Yup, gotta like it. It belongs to you; it’s what you pay the zillion dollars a year for. A feeling of, “Yes, I go to URI, and (JRI is a part of me.” The feeling doesn’t fade, whether you’re a first semester freshman or a second year graduate student. Calm. Plains Road. Serenity. Does the hustle and bustle of 12:28 on a Tuesday really exist? Hard to im- agine. Nature, 100-acre pond. Turf farm. Jogging down Plains Road on a warm, yet cheerful September day — escape the turmoil of the academics. Do you know Plains Road, the new home of the WRIU tower? If you don’t take a left at the traffic lights two streets prior to the main en- trance, you might not. It’s a sneaky way of sliding into the University while avoiding the excess hysteria (if you don’t desire that extra excite- ment). It’s kind of like — My road.”