Agnes Scott College - Silhouette Yearbook (Decatur, GA)

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SCOTT COLLEGE

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AGNES It is a tall order to write about life at Agnes Scott College. What is unique and special about life here? What is the tie that binds us to this campus? When we look back twenty years from now, what will we cherish most about the four years we spent at Agnes Scott College? We look at our navy sweatshirts with the college mottO: In Fide vestra virtutem in virtute autem scientiam, which trans- lates supplement your faith with virtue and virtue with knowledge. Agnes Scott, you certainly instill in us this motto. You help us develop a faith in ourselves, a self-confi- dence, a self-reliance which no one can remove. You help us to realize our strengths and weaknesses, to confirm our values and to examine our emotions by challenging us aca- demically, socially and personally. We will never forget slav- ing over English papers, spending hours in chemistry lab, running to meetings, attending lectures and concerts instead of studying, coping with blind dates, attending fraternity parties, surviving road trips to the beach, and trying to maintain a proper perspective on life — ALL at the same timell There are so many challenges which in the beginning seem impossible to handle. But you force us to make decisions, to establish priorities, and to accept responsibilities for our actions. You show us that we must balance our independence with a measure of dependence upon others: our families, our friends and classmates and our professors. And, through the examples of our peers, you prove to us that with dedication and perseverance we can achieve whatever we wish. You may not be the real world. Agnes Scott, but by fostering our individuality and nuturing our creativity, you prepare us more for life than most outsiders will ever know. For while many other college students become cynical and close-mind- ed in their real world academic environments, Agnes Scott students still possess a youthful optimism. We still appreciate life and we yearn to accomplish something worthwhile, something that will benefit not only ourselves but also others. We find purpose and meaning in our lives; we discover . . . ourselves.

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What ' s In Store For Me In ' 82-83? The steamy, languid days of summer gave us the opportunity to organize and plan for the year of studies to come. As many of us reclined in chaise lounges at poolside, we considered our futures with a mixture of contentment, excitement, and dread. We knew deep in our hearts that school and its unavoidable problems would work themselves out when the time came) we were excited at the thought of new and fascinating exper- iences, classes, and friends in metropoli- tan Atlanta) we dreaded the enormous amount of things we needed to accom- plish before school. All these connections with September, Agnes Scott, and the inevitable frenzy to come faded into a hazy dream. It was easy to push it to the back of our minds while working or relaxing at home, but the end was looming in the distance all the time. Writing to friends from the past year was a way of keeping a grip on the lifestyle that consumed nine months of the year, but letters were erratic, and we Scotties just settled back into a summer routine that was calming and restful. This blissful reward for slaving through the last three seasons lasted until approxi- mately the end of July. But. Daddy, I need all this stuff. At this time, all of us, especially fresh- men, began to sweat. Asked constantly if we were excited about school starting m, our replies varied. Some of us o aunts and uncles, Yes, we can iiirdTy wait to get out of Conf inement- ville, U.S.A., to the sprawling city of At- lanta. Others, preferring not to offend the relatives quite so much, affirmed the excitement, but included a reservation as to how nice it would be to see everyone. Still others, probably more than will dare to admit, were not sure at all if we want- ed to return to school. For those of us who would spend our first year here aiitieipation was much different from that of the seasoned pros ' . Not knowing many girls, if any at all, and not being familiar with the traditions or mood of the campus, newcomers felt iso- lated — like greenhorns in front of an audience. Even with the helpful letters of Big Sisters, Dorm Counselors, and Orien- tation Council, freshmen, transfer stu- dents, and exchange students all had a iear of making some massive breach of fequette for which there would be no P , Looking forward to fo and cole slaw. ! of fried chicken Room-warming party to catch up on all the news of the past summer.