Connecticut College - Koine Yearbook (New London, CT)

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Our campus is a home, a bivouac, and a sanctuary where we may move about in safe contentment, ever aware of widening, beckoning horizonsbefore leaving for the outside world to assume the responsi- bilities and grasp the opportunities of enlightened adulthood. Here then is the campus pictured in a variety of moods and tempers.

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Pausing on the library steps in the late afternoon, our book-strained eyes are startled for a moment by the sudden opening of the world across the Sound. We watch its moods: glistening in the clear autumn sun, gray-streaked with rain in winter, or dappled with shadows of high white clouds. As we walk slowly across the campus, lights blinking on in dormitory windows with oranges on the sills and groups in living rooms around a piano remind us that we share with nine hundred other girls a brief, close comradeship that can never be duplicated. For no one but a Con- necticut girl could quite understand the frantic necessity of finding the sophomore banner or of refusing a date on a warm spring evening to attend Compet Sing. How can we both e a secret santa and do favors for our own secret santa? It's all in the terminologyand the funthat never sounds as clever at the dinner table at home. We coin phrases like the snack and the post, affect emblematic dress racoon coats and velvet headbands, and make pedantic witticisms of lines from Beowulf, Shakespeare, and Kerouac. Friends tell us we talk too much about our work, but what seems a rather dour attitude toward Saturday classes often relaxes in a late- night conversation, when a semester of piece-meal assignments may suddenly take meaningful form. May Day dawns on a strange bright pole flying colored streamers and surrounded with trees with paper bows on their branches, for this day our latent pagan spirit is allowed traditional expression. The chapel bell ends the holiday of spring, and we gather again on the library steps, to sing hymns by Luther and Cal- vin. The ever present wind lifts our voices over the calm green lawns and flowering dogwoods to the Sound. When the hymns are ended we are quiet a moment under the sky and suddenly glad to be a part of this our unique and irreplaceable college.

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September 20 Dear Mother, Connecticut College is really beautiful, that is most of it, but . . au.ro P -+ - We spent most of the day trying . . . actually ... you'll never guess who my room- to fit everything in . . . legiate . . . mate is . . . we look rather col-