Agnes Scott College - Silhouette Yearbook (Decatur, GA)

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A Reasonable Alternative To Boredom

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Cats and dogs are off limits in the dorms, so we ' ve turned our affections to perky little pets like goldfish and plants. They never complain, are housebroken, and all they ask for is a little food, a little love and lots of water. Phones require more attention. Just when you ' ve answered your own phone, the one next door starts ringing — or is it across the hall? — no, it ' s three doors down — no, it ' s . . . stopped ringing. Di- aling direct is wonderful until you realize that your phone bill is longer than your two extension cords! Hall phones keep us hop- ping, especially when we ' re lucky enough to live right beside them and whoever ' s got phone co-op is (as usual) neglecting their duty. Speaking of duty, hall meetings remind us that dorm life has got its responsibilities. Every Scottie (except the residents of Bowen, McCain, and Hopkins) is destined to sacrifice part of a Friday or Sat- urday night and sit on hostess duty. It really isn ' t so bad — you get a chance to look over the en- tire dorm ' s gentlemen callers . When the hostess locks the door at the stroke of two, the Scottie who ' s still out on the town is re- sponsible for signing for a key, let- ting herself in, and dropping the key in the box. Cooperation and trust make dorm life run smooth- ly. Living in a dorm has changed radically over the years. We ' ve gone from censorship of reading — Indiscriminate novel reading is prohibited — (1892 Catalog) to having men in the dorms. (It seems that two freshmen in Wal- ters had a contest to see who could have the most men in their room on the first day of parietals!) Not everything has changed though. From those who still wear makeup to class to those who slump out of bed at 8:15 to dash to an 8:30 class, each of us is still an individual, forming her own lifes- tyle and fitting it around the lifes- tyles of others.

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TGIF! The entire Scott campus sighs — my last class — finished . . . Only four more hours until my date! The only other time the hours pass so quickly comes when we cram for tests. The anticipation of the week- end and all its leisure is a sustaining thought during the week. The week- end is the time for catching up with school work — or leaving it behind. The most traumatic experience of any weekend is the blind date. You know you ' ve got a winner when your friend says, He ' s got a really good personality and that ' s what really matters. Most blind dates would certainly be a lot better if you actual- ly were blind! With extraordinary luck he will be Prince Charming or at least a Greek bearing gifts. Where do these dates take place? A hundred different places you ' ve always want- ed to go to, ranging from the most casual to the most formal — but not with him! This is not to say that all dates are bad, however. Some dates are so good that the girls linger on the porch to say goodnight. Fall quarter — the mixer season — there ' s a great rush of traffic be- tween Scott and Tech. You can dance to the Drifters at ATO, watch a magician at Sigma Nu, eat shrimp with the Betas, and drink beer — everywhere! Walking of the row is quite an event, too — the big chance to check out the Emory guys. Even the dental frats entice the Scotties with a Friday Cocktail Hour! The football date is another stan- dard social event, lasting anywhere from five to fifteen hours. If your date is a frat man, it starts with lunch at the house, then the game, and the action finally winds down back at the house with dancing to a band or jukebox. ,- 4 ' ■iiPlfiiiiii