Concord College - Pine Tree Yearbook (Athens, WV)

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ORIENTATION Summer is over, and it is time to go back to school. But it isn ' t like returning to high school. No, now we are entering into a completely new environment, a totally new experi¬ ence. Yes we have finished high school, but we are still students, only now we are college Freshmen. It seems strange entering into this new world. For the first time many of us have finally experienced a sense of complete freedom. We have reached adulthood and no longer have to be tutored and coaxed along by the stiff hands of our parents. For some of us it is the first time that we have been away from home, for others home is but a few miles or short drive away. We experience a sense of fear and anxiety, but we also feel the warmth of happiness and friendship. Now we are college Freshmen. We have much to do during this period of orientation. There are so many new faces to meet and new names to remember. Through our shyness and fear we somehow find that it is easy to make new friends, and we find that people from other sections of the country are really no different than we are. Orientation Week goes by quite rapidly. The schedule has been very busy. Some of the program was interesting, other parts were quite boring. At last it is time to go to the final activity of the week, the Orientation Dance. Oh the tortures of going through that recep¬ tion line. We expect to see stiff-collared professors glaring at us, often with a look of hate in their eyes. But you know what? They are really human, just like us! Orientation was an experience, some enjoyed it, others did not. Finally the week is over, the upperclassmen return, and we prepare to register for the first time. 5

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REGISTRATION Oh the agony of it all! First they tell us to go to the Registrar ' s Office to pick up our packets, then we have to fill out all of those silly information cards. After all that trouble, of which we thought there could be no worse, they send us to the library. There we have to run around like complete idiots just to find that the classes we need have all been closed. After we have finally finished in the library, we drag our weary bodies and disheartened souls up the stairway to have our cards checked for the final time. This should be easy, but alas, the line is backed up for as far as the eye can see. We feel like crying. Finally we reach the entrance to the checking station. Nothing can go wrong now. A man comes to the door. He closes the door. What is he doing? What do you mean you are closing for lunch! Do you know how long we have been waiting in this line? Oh HELL! There is something mystical about those lines during registration. They just seem to go on and on. When you have gone through one line, you go immediately to the next one. The lines move slowly, like a giant serpent slithering through high grass. Finally you make it to the last lin e. You feel like you are about to drop in your tracks, but you continue for¬ ward. You continually press onward and onward until you reach the doorway of the Busi¬ ness Office. The Business Office, what an unusual place. There you find a group of very charming secretaries, happily smiling, and eagerly reaching out their hands to take your money. There seems to be something about money; the Business Office is drawn toward it just like a honey bee is attracted to nectar. Now that they have your money, they straighten out their record books and send you out the door. You are finally enrolled. You have be¬ come one of the 2,000 numbers filed in the records of Concord College. 7