Agnes Scott College - Silhouette Yearbook (Decatur, GA)

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The Things That We Remember A t tii Z t times the tenor of ■ - - academic life at Agnes Scott becomes so hectic that those special moments get lost in the shuffle. For every time the average student takes a leisurely walk across campus, she dashes across it in desperate haste to turn a paper in at least 1000 times. For every time that she sits and enjoys a quite conversation with Miss Hanna, there are many times she zooms past with an abbreviated hey. Corresponding to each afternoon spent enjoying a beer at a TGIF, are 5 or 6 afternoons spent in the library stacks researching that independent study. The routine can be, and usually is, rigorous. But as a result, the moments when we stop, relax, and let loose are so much the better. When that paper is finally done and done well, that ' s the time for that long-awaited talk, relaxing walk, or cool beer. And those times are the times when the hard work is really worth it. And when we ' re looking back, those times will be the times that we remember most vividly and cherish most intensely — the times that aren ' t always captured by the photographs, but are abundantly stored in memories. »U 7

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Southern Nights When The Sun Goes Down The Magic Begins There ' s something about Atlanta at night. When the sun goes down the magic begins. Just ask any Scottie; she can tell you all about it. As the street lights flicker to a glow, the city awakens. The hurried pace of traffic, tests, and classes slows, and the allure of those bright lights begins. For some it signals a night of dancing at any number of Atlanta ' s nationally aclaimed night clubs. For others it ' s dinner and a movie fin- ished perhaps by cocktails atop the world ' s tallest hotel. Or, for those thursday night thrills, it ' s a night at A.S.C. ' s favorite pub — P.J. Haley ' s. However, the magic isn ' t limited to Atlanta. Right here at Agnes Scott the twilight signals an imaginary transformation. Ordinary classroom buildings become looming gothic castles haunted by the previous day ' s students, and common dorma- tories transform to spectacles of in- viting light. fr i S -ssss. k ' S 1 — ? ' • ' ' ' = fir ' « %3 • • t