Agnes Scott College - Silhouette Yearbook (Decatur, GA)

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67Py A E67 noist. Do you sometimes long for the days of the outhouse? . . . My Big Sister never told me to bring a crash helmet. Somebody answer the hall phone! Did you ever fall asleep in the library and wake up thinking you had died and gone to heaven? wake up thinking you had died and gone to heaven?) A great spot for noise is our beloved Letitia Pate Evans dining hall. The clatter of dishes and trays is enough to make anyone ' s head spin, let along someone banging on a glass with her spoon to make an announcement, rounds of We are tired old seniors or the unforgettable shouts and protests of lavaliered pinned engaged Scotties about to make a splash in the Alumnae Pond. On an average night, the rhythm of clicking typewriters and popping corn fills the hall. The noise coming from one room can be anything: aerobics sessions presided over by Jane Fonda or Richard Simmons records spinning enthusiasti- cally on the stereO) shagging lessons punctuated by giggles and thumpsi or an enthusiastic discussion on what kind of pizza to order. Of course, sometimes there is the low murmer of two or more voices studying together earnestly, or the shrill high-pitched sounds of argument. Ail are often echoed by a Shut upl Don ' t you know what quiet hours are? from an irritated Scottie across the hall. If you live by the stairwell, across from the bathroom or next to the kitchen, you get the added bonus of hearing any conversation you like, at all hours, whether you want to or not. And everyone is accustomed to the thumps from above. Why the girls upstairs had to rearrange their furniture the night before your mid-term is beyond comprehension. Fridays and Saturdays bring cries of Man on the hall! while we try to drown out each other ' s stereos. Odd as they are, the sounds of Scott definitely help mold your college memories . . . and make quite an impression on your eardrumsl

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f tioord t o It ' s early morning and you ' re having the strangest dream: it sounds almost as if a train is thundering by right through your room. The whistle blows urgently, the windows shake and rattle, with a start, you wake up and realize that it ' s only the faithful 5:00 am Express making its usual peaceful run through Decatur. But whoever thought of building a college right next to the railroad tracks ought to be shotl As you drift back to sleep, the thought occurs that you didn ' t set your alarm. No matter. About 6:00 the radiator clanks, crashes into life, leaving you to plead defenselessly for quiet — never mind the cold. The remain- ing hour that might have been used most profitably for sleep is disrupted by alarms of all beeps and whistles, and by radio announcers and music of all descriptions, though Z-93 ' s Gary McKee does seem to echo over all the rest. By now, of course, you have the squishing of flip-flops to and from the shower, the ear-piercing screeches of water faucets and cries of, OUCH! Yell ' Hot Water! ' next time.! as well as the squeaking of the hall door being open and shut on the way to class or breakfast. As you can tell, anyone who has lived at Agnes Scott comes to expect bizarre, unexpected, and irritating sounds. Take the quarterly fire drill for example. (No, Marcia, that is not your alarm!) No amount of donuts from Krispy Kreme can remedy the irreparable heart damage done by the dread- ed wail of that horn. Then there are the hall phones that ring incessantly, (strange that with a hall full of girls there is no one home to answer); there are the constant sirens, (How many emergen- cies can greater Decatur have in one day?) Then of course there are the chimes signalling the end of a long night ' s study in the library, (Did you ever fall asleep and Greetings from your hard-working, early-rising friends in the Physical Plant. Calisthenics are at 7:00. Our busy metropolis — just passing through.

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There Must Be Fifty Ways We ' ve always known that Agnes Scott women are creative. But nothing challenges our creativity so much as our attempts to find legitimate reasons to leave our books and papers. Here are fifty tried and true ways to take a break. 1) Get on the phone — call all your friends (who cares if you haven ' t seen them in five years?) 2) Iron all your clothes — include your socks 3) Take up bowling — use the hall as the alley 8) Explore the library stacks for lost Scotties 9) Throw someone in the shower 10) Have a boyfriend 4) Visit Georgia Tech or Emory — they ' re always having a party of some sort 5) Hub run! Take orders for your hall 6) Rearrange the drawers in your dresser — use your artistic eyel 11) Find a boyfriend 12) Decorate your hall 13) Join a Jane Fonda workout session 14) Dissect Gentlemen ' s Quarterly 15) Drink beer — order pizza to go with the beer 16) Sort your gourmet jelly beans by color and then by flavor 17) Try on all your clothes — then check out your roommate ' s closet 18) Find a friend and make excuses as to why neither of you can go to the library 19) Be active on campus 20) Take a nap 21) Dance to the Go-Go ' s 22) Rearrange the mailroom in a more creative design — surprise the whole school 23) Lay out in the sun — who cares if it ' s 60 degrees outside? 24) Write a letter 25) Go on a doughnut run — KK here we comel 26) Work on the yearbook staff 27) Have an orange fight in the lobby 28) Make wedding plans —