Bryn Mawr College - Bryn Mawr Yearbook (Bryn Mawr, PA)

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The Taming of the Shrew ()L Journal, ii is such a feeling ol power Lo runic back lo college and nol be a Freshman! To be able to i« ' ll people where to go. and who al leasl hall of the faculty are! i I to be memorizing the distinction between walking around the sircris ol liryn Mawr and eating in the village! To come back, with a new dierndl and monks sandals, to your own room, your friends, and your Deans Slip hidden in your own Complete Shakespeare! Now thai I am a Sophomore, with no taint ol Snuffling Nasality, and have an S. A. girl lo lake to tea, college is definitel) good. They have measured my T. I . reaction with a centimetre stick and put me in a box to be X-rayed, like an amoeba under a microscope. I have no more privacy than the Hygiene Venus — 1ml I hope the) find me prettier! I am sick of piles of little cards that have lo he turned over lo get the answer to ubertreffen. traf, ' trossen. especially hale them at the breakfast table. I have no sympathy for Emil ' s mother who washes hair. And I must admit that Where will the seniors be a hundred years from now. [he night before, always makes me feel a little worse about the morning alter. B. says that the campus tendency seems to be to take everything with even more grains of salt than leaves of tea. I don ' t see why it ' s cleverer to make fun of things than to like them, or what pleasure you can get out of having everything torn apart. Sometimes nothing seems safe any more except T. S. Eliot. And Lantern Night. . . . Cold silence and clear song, rhythmic light in cloistered dark, set them- selves apart from scoffing. Even the way the sophomores sang could not be called funny, but I couldn t help laughing at the amount of wax spilled on purpose. My paper is handed in: I don ' t know what I could have clone without that extension! Journal, you are an oasis in my restricted college life. No margins, no footnotes, and I can plagiarize without admitting it. and be as incoherent as I please! After all. a stream of consciousness is the only true expression, and I can ' t help the way my mind works. My thoughts come over me like the waves. . . . 1 1 is absolutely incredible that Zeno cannot catch up with the tortoise. The solution might be because I do not hope to turn again. I am not sure. Knowledge is power. To desire the yellow flag by Merion is to lack the red thread of courage. Mrs. G. ' s intuitive vocational understanding is uncanny. She told me never to give up my art, and that ' s certainly what I ' d never, never do! She must be remarkable: she has marriage and a career in a round hole.