Agnes Scott College - Silhouette Yearbook (Decatur, GA)

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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.

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SCOTT COLLEGE

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home and ASC softened our resistance to the evils of academia, and soon it became worth It all just to come back for the big reunion. Summer was a time to shape up life and body. The diets began to pay off, the tans accumulated, and, ideally, the dollars piled up, too. It was time to rest the brain, but also to key up for new fall activities. Finally, the time came to pack up and move in. We composed lists which seemed Angela Smith library. ady for a hot date in thi jxcuse. We all forced ourselves to be opti- nistic about all the aspects of Scott, even if e weren ' t! Obviously, the majority of us were com- ng back for a large part because we had ' njoyed the preceding year. We knew that this campus was active, lively, and challeng- ng. Whether or not upperclassmen were uite ready for another quarter of the nose- to-the-grindstone was the only question. It ivould be so nice if we could go to school, see friends, go to parties, attend classes, und never have to work and study. Yet, as the summer wore on, the distance between Kathleen Dunbar and friend er well-loved picnics of the early 3y one of the many, eeks of fall quarter. Christine Olde shov off her Ultra-Brite to multiply all over the house. We filled and stuffed boxes from liquor stores, the Pam- pers company, and good old U-Haul, and braced them for the journey to school. Someday we will fondly remember that shredded cardboard that greeted us on our arrival, or maybe that flat tire or tortured shoc k absorber that plagued old faithful on the road will be a sweet reminiscence. Amazingly enough, everyone did get here with her own measure of success. Leaving home may have been hard, but even for first-timers, the excitement of the trip over- came most of the reluctance or sheer terror of coming to Scott. On campus, things were really jumping. The empty buildings were once again com- ing to life with bright curtains, dust ruffles, and stuffed animals. Shouts and squeals and tremendous hugs were a mainstay of our diet that first week. For one-fourth of the school, moving in meant meeting that room- mate and Big Sister, and trying to remember where Buttrick was. It was a harrowing ex- Pam Waters and Alicia Gomez stop to pose before the long trek up the Rebekah stairs. perience, anticipating all these things, and everything seemed so importantl Slowly, for the freshmen, and for the re- turning Scotties, came the realization of heading toward a goal, of starting new rela- tionships, of work well done, and, most of all, of belonging.