Bennett College - Belle Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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A New Beginning They came from nearly every section of the country ... a new crop . . . campus babies . . . new underclassmen . . . freshies. Call thenn what you will, but to us they were 180 beautiful black women who had selected to follow the path of thousands of former Bennett Belles. They came with a hundred questions, loadened down with expectations, high on hope, but new to the Ben- nett Experience. ' - f.t Y f, ' it .JL. The freshmen were treated like V.I.P. ' s at the President ' s Reception. Among the counselors who returned early to welcome new students were Dora- teena Sammons, Deborah Tolls, and Janice McLean (volunteering her services). They were entertained by Morehouse men Danny Chapman and Ike Miller, along with our campus favorite, Keith Miller. Unlike the frustrating gas lines, we didn ' t mind standing in line for delicious hamburgers and hot dogs during the College Picnic.

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A Woman ' s World . . . Judy Smith spent two semesters at Massachusetts Institute of Technol. Sheila McDowell represented the new prophyte as she gallantly ogy in Cambridge, Massachusetts. She visited Bennett on several occa- played the role of Big Sister to the first semester Ivies of AKA sions to keep in touch with her old friends. She reported that M.I.T. was a great challenge, but that she was able to hang right in there.

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N Some freshmen, demonstrating quiet charm, met the challenge of the new year with optimism. There were short ones, tall ones, fat ones, skinny ones, brainy ones and average ones who brought with them age-old complaints, too many suitcases, not enough money, and exhausted parents. They scurried all over campus, trying to find out what they were supposed to do while weary mothers, fathers, grandparents, brothers and sisters unloaded cars and dragged trunks into the residence halls. This was the big day - for sweat, paying fees, obtaining keys, blue and white beanies, and finally tears. This was the beginning of something new . . . meeting new people . . . unpainted rooms ... the discovery that a favorite pair of shoes was left in the car . . . finally speaking to that strange person who will be your roommate. Then you found that it was almost impossible to unpack that suitcase or trunk with one hand while you tried to make that room into a home with the other. It ' s rush, rush, rush! Got to meet the sched- ule! A meeting here, another one there. A battery of exams . . . meeting faculty! For awhile its hectic. Then you discovered that the Experience is full of receptions and people urging you to dress nicely. At the President ' s Reception you were greeted at the door and rushed through a long line. You marvel at the handsome pres- ident and his lovely wife, but the names of the others seem to escape you as you near the table of goodies. You are now a Bennett Belle. The reception, the first of many, offered an op portunity to wear dresses which had been hanging in the back of closets. The picnic, probably the shortest one in history, was one of those hit and run affairs.