Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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In a somber ceremony, the Retreat staff marks indelible 66’s on each neophyte. ‘lf college life is as rugged as this retreat . . .

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Freshman girls chat casually between Dean's orientation, workshops, and chapel. Welcome Week began: a time of confusion, brick buildings, empty rooms, new faces. In the daytime the faces were smiling and searching. At night there v ere gnawing fears, loneliness, uncertainty. Personalities v ere exaggerated: too loud or too quiet, too serious, too slapstick. Every hour brought a new line for registration, health exams, meals, testing. Five buses, each loaded with sixty strangers, carried class and staff to Big Trout Lake. The days were hectic and exciting. The president and deans were introduced. The welcome staff presented the student's-eye point of view” in buzz sessions. Initiation. Buses returned tired novices to a campus now filled with foreboding upperclassmen. They came back, not as individual faces, but as a class, cohesively unified, obvious in green beanies. Welcome Week closed with the Moods program, an introduction to the collegiate way of life. The Tuesday sun brings out Frosh for vigorous recreation 12

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Autumn at a college is a combination of cozy sweatshirts, brisk breezes, the smell of burning leaves. The slanted sunlight gives a mellow quality to all things. Halloween masquerades, party laughter, the roar of football games harmonize with pensive musings, silent and solitary. Thy winds, thy wide gray skies! Thy mists, that roll and rise! Thy woods, this autumn day. that ache and sag And all but cry with color.” 14