College of William and Mary - Colonial Echo Yearbook (Williamsburg, VA)

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ROUTINE IT was a night like any other night, I was hanging head-first off the edge of my bed making footprints on the wall when Loura burst into the room. She hod o desperate gleam in her eye, I can ' ttoke It anymore! she shrieked, I ' m on my third paper and my hand has gone into paralysis: I noticed that she was wearing her paper-writing uniform: a pair of ripped green sweats and a B, Kliban t-shirt that proclaimed, Love to eat them mousies. Laura hod her shirt wrapped around something lumpy, What ' s with oil the eggs, Laura ' ' I ' m collecting them from everyone on the hall, I was sitting there with this She was wearing her paper- writing uniform: a pair of rip- ped green sweats and a B. Kli- ban t-shirt. stock of xeroxes on U,S, foreign policy, trying to write my third introduction, vyhen my hand suddenly went out of control, It was all I could do to keep it from destroying two weeks of reseorch, I decided it was time to retaliate against this place. So what ' s with the eggs ' ' I ' ll explain later. We ' re leaving new, Thoroughly confused, t wandered down the hall, wondering what Loura was making with her eggs. She reappeared of my door twenty minutes later, breathless, gleeful, and egg-stoined, That was greotl she cried, Just ex- quisite! What ' d you DC I asked. She wiped a streak of yolk from her forehead, We all went over to Wren courtyard, and stood in a line, and pelted eggs of the Wren Building until we couldn ' t throw anymore. It was in- credibly satisfying. She turned to leave. Wait, I said, Where ore you going now? Bock to my room to start paper num- ber three again, she smiled. I feel much better now. I don ' t know if anyone else vented frustration by hurling objects at the Wren Building, but from the omount of dorm vandalism and librarYgraffifi around, I ' d say thot the routine got to some people. Pick-up football games in the Sunken Gardens add life to a dreary academic routine. — Photo by Barry Long. Routine Divider 13

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Planted by a tr « in ' bo Wiy senioi Norrvn 5 e ij ' cties lifi oi, sonic loutino reading Defore ' ' urct- crowci Descends. — Photo by Barry Loo ' 12 Routine Divider £1

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A Charm still Infectious Ah, back to the Burg! At least for three- fourths of the troops laden with boxes, bags, books and clothes bulging against car windows and nnushed into trunks, it was a return trip. Some of the charm so apparent to tourists was even infectious at first; Gee, you know, this place wouldn ' t be half bad if I could just hang out and take care of my everyday errands without having to fool around with classes, The novelty of being back in Williams- burg, however, certainly seemed short- lived. The three and a half months of fad- ing familiarity with Commons cuisine, competitive classes, and cross-campus cantering all came rushing back with astonishing rapidity: I don ' t care where you spent your summer — in China or just hanging around the house — it ' s amaz- ing how the whole routine falls right into place after being back for two days. It ' s as if you were never gone. But what about the uninitiated quarter At their traditional reception for freshmen. Presi- dent and Mrs Graves wish the newcomers well in September Unfortunately, even this more pleasur- able aspect of orientation Involved lining up again — Photo by Barry Long Amused by the conversation at the President s Reception, freshman Lyie Lesesne en|oys a beauti- ful Sunday afternoon — Photo by Barry Long 14 Freshmen — Opening Weeks