Colorado College - Nugget Yearbook (Colorado Springs, CO)

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Winston Hait and Katy McNitt 18 Seniors

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Class of 1988 17

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1 i UHfli l db - ' ' - : %;. T ?e spen binge in Maroon Bells. THE PAST FOUR YEARS Looking at pictures of the old days (the past four years), kind of got us thinking about this place — that is, C.C. The Colorado College. It ' s hard to believe it ' s almost over. Four years. We ' ve all heard that when we graduate from college, it ' s time to get out there and face the real world . . . Just what the hell is the real world, anyway? How are we going to survive in a world of banks, rush hours and taxes when our biggest daily concerns here are parties, Murph ' s, and checking our Worner boxes? Seven of us sat over dinner and drinks tonight and reminisced — and laughed a lot. Freshman year; was that really us? Did we really act like that? Playing the M M game. First impressions. Second impressions. Benny ' s . . . hanging out and drinking beer, playing Thumper, Quarters, and Mexican. Looking at the upperclassmen and thinking that they were really cool. And unbelievably old. Remember checking our mailboxes every time we walked up or down the stairs? And being so nervous walking through the fraternity quad. What was that we heard about the Freshman Fifteen? It couldn ' t have anything to do with how we stood in line for meals at least 10 minutes before Rastall even opened; even earlier for Steak Night and the Sundae Bar. By our Sophomore year we were all feeling pretty com- fortable with our surroundings. Everyone had pretty much memorized both the Domino ' s Pizza number and the words to Louie Louie. If we needed to find a date, or just wanted to get down to some serious socializing, we went to the library ' s second floor rather than parties. A lot of the guys moved into the frat houses. They thought they were cool, sitting out on the sundecks with their sunglasses on and bermudas. As our Junior year approached, everyone wondered where they were going to live next year, and what major to pick (despite the sophomore dealine). Others spent one semester or another abroad. No more Benny ' s . . . No more dorm rooms . . . And no more SAGA (finally). Now here we are: fininshed with our senior year. No longer worried about fake I.D. ' s, we stroll into Murph ' s confidently, unconcerned about our papers due the next morning. We ' ve all pulled our fair share of all-nighters! Writing resumes, taking GREs, LSATs, MCATs, and those other life determining tests was eased by those 5:00 happy hours at O ' Furry ' s, Finn ' s, and the like. Well, caps off to the best four years our lives ... a lifetime of memories, great friends, and good times. P.S. Honor Code NOT Upheld. Mr. and Mrs. J.B. Behrins. Seniors 19