Birmingham Southern College - Southern Accent Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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Though most students fly down Munger ' s four stories following classes, English majors walk down the hall to the wriling lab where they spend many a late night. The high windows in Munger offer students in class an excels lent view of students skipping class on the quad. The towering columns of Munger point to ethereal planes as well as Dr. Ramsey ' s Ethnic Literature class. 28 — Academics Munger gets taller and taller each lime a student pains the four flights up it.

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Phillips Science Warts and All By Southern Accent Staff Ever wonder where those people who claimed they were pre-med go to after freshman orientation? They really do exist, I promise. It is just that they are hidden in the twisted corridors of Phillips Science. When a student walks on the campus of Birmingham-Southern College, eventually he must make a choice of major. Those that choose Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Pre-med, or Nursing, rarely see the light of day un- til they are marching down the aisles of Munger to Pomp and Circumstance. On the outset, Phillips Science looks harmless. It is designed to look like most of the other academic buildings, and for the most part, it does. My problem with the building is that I nev- er know where to go in. One would think that the two sets of stairs leading up from the quad point the way to the main entrance. However, every time I am required to go in the building I see people filing in through the doors on ground level. So where is the main en- trance? I don ' t know. Perhaps I have one other minor problem that only needs a little atten- tion. The problem is: Where are the bathrooms! There I said it. I have al- ways been troubled as to why the builders insisted on putting only one set of bathrooms in that building. Even then, they put them on different floors. But enough about the problems of Phil- lips Science. The good of the building is found in what it contains — excellent depart- ments in the sciences of Chemistry, Physics, Biology, Nursing, and Pre-med in general. Any student can tell that the majors are hard at work by the prominent smell of formaldehyde that permeates every nook and cranny of the building. Actually the departments are well re- spected throughout the Southeast. In fact, the Nursing department recently obtained their accreditation which sends them on their way up the ladder of success as far as Nursing depart- ments go. Pre-med majors are also in the top department in the Southeast. The percentage of pre-med students that go on to graduate schools is in the upper go ' s. Obviously, this speaks well of our curriculum and especially the faculty of Birmingham-Southern College. Faculty members like Dr. Paul Bailey, Dr. Boardman, and Dr. Millsap keep our students alert and conscientious of not only their immediate world, but of the world that they are headed for. Let ' s hope that this will continue. [v| Dr. Leo Pezzementi, Assistant Professor of Biology, assists Cristine Baumann with a com- plicated genetics probJem Phillips Science— 27

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A Moment in Munger A Guidebook By Colette Barrett Following the sidewalk to Munger I briefly glanced up from my feet and met Dr. Randall ' s eye. We quickly looked away, thus beginning the age- old rite of approach. Timing was crucial. As we crossed, we made eye contact, exchanged greeting, then looked away. The day was still, and the heavy glass door to Munger, with hollow voice, announced only to me. To the right of the closed auditorium the blue jester ' s stare misses a view offered by the door ' s window by only a few degrees. If the jester is dark, I peer through the window. The desks outnumber the professors in Dr. Franke ' s office. I believe the spare desk is for storage. I felt reassured that Dr. Franke uses our standard filing sys- tem. A flock of sorority sisters chattered past me as I ascended the stairs. On the landing to 2nd floor, Lucy Ricardo stopped me with her fixed face. I admired the exhibit a while longer and began again. A tall, thin boy bounded towards me. I dodged to the side. As he flew by I saw that he held a light-green slip. He was racing the clock to the Cashier ' s window. I decided 2nd floor was not the safest place to be on Fri- day. I puffed up to 3rd floor. Several students lined one side of the wide hall, across from the double door writing lab. Faint electronic beeps grew louder as one student walked out looking like a bloodless hunch back hiker about to descend Mount Munger. He reminded me that my own paper was due, so I caught up to my wander- ing mind and carried my paper down to Dr. Hoff ' s office. I waited outside for her visitor to leave, re-reading the information on foreign exchange and typists. I heard footsteps. A woman was buying a Coke from one of the machines. I wished the Newspaper had come out. If it had, I could have sat on the stairs and ap- peared to be engrossed in an article. The woman left with her Coke just as Dr. Hoff and her visitor left the office. I handed Dr. Hoff my paper as they exited. Then I pushed out the heavy landing door leaving my own echo behind. FTl Munger Jawn was pJush for ihe graduaiion ceremonies. Munger— 29