Creighton University - Bluejay Yearbook (Omaha, NE)

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Hectic, Confusing For the freshmen already experiencing pangs of home- sickness, registration was a disheartening experience. For the sophomore registration was a challenge to be faced with fortitude and Blue Jay spirit. To the junior it may have meant the successful insertion of a part-time job into the busy college schedule. For the senior registration could have been the realization of the perfect schedule after three years of trying. Complaints — yes, there were a few. But more than a handful of students walked into the gymnasium with a determined chin and a beaming grin. The pushing, shoving, and crowding was disconcerting sometimes. But as they sat at long tables, creating weird schedules and filling in bits of information, Creighton stu- dents felt that they belonged. In the midst of stich a throng, no-one could really believe that he was alone. It was com- forting to know that others shared some of the same prob- lems and thoughts. New students now realized that this unity is one of the greatest aspects of life at Creighton. TWO MORE HOURS of waiting in line — then come the fallen arches. But if you really don ' t like the idea, you can come in at the beginning of this confusion and start all over again. • ' THIS IS THE ROTC, Mr. Jones. Today this remark doesn ' t seem til have much impact. It just means that there is another form to lip filled out. 15

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THE EYES OF CREIGHTON are upon him. In fact, he ' s the most talked-about man on campus during Registration Days. The hopes of many anguished students have been dashed at his feet. A QUADR.ATIC EQUATION? No . . . just a bit of tricky class scheduling that requires plenty of concentration, patience, and coffee. Registration Was At first glance, the scene looked like a national political convention, or possibly it was typical of the Wall Street stock exchange. In reality, the sea of worried and tired faces was just another Registration Day at Creighton Uni- versity. The signs of frustration, the groans of aggravation, the disgu.st at closed sections, the disconcerting task of readjust- ing an already readjusted class schedule — these were the combinations which made Registration Day a hectic one. Creightonians realize that accurate record keeping and smoothly operating classes don ' t just happen. They know that countless forms must be filled out so that each student ' s work can be properly recorded. The system is as simplified as efficiency will permit. But the procedure has sometimes extended into the evening hours with a. degree of frustration. When the final signature had been secured and the only remaining IBM card pulled, it was hard to say whether the students or the administration were happier to see the fog clear and the gym become silent once more. CONFUSION IS AMUSING? It might appear funny, but in the midst of pencil snapping, fingernails flying, and nerves tightening, it ' s not. 14

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OBRik 16 Philosophers Ponder Caught in the act, The Rev. Henri J. Renard, S. J., looks up from his Sutnma to baffle his students with a thoughty question on the nature of happiness in the life of a college student. Being of a philosophical na ture. Father Renard wonders, first of all. whether his students are in act or idling along in potency. He wonders what are the goals of these Creighton- ians in relation to his philosophy class. Well, my clever young students, says he, you all know that happiness depends on knowledge. Now then, which of you ha}jpy people have the most knowledge? Here is a rough question. Who can answer? Lost in a world of ideas, the chosen student can ' t seem to grasp the main element of the answer. Father Renard waits, as the words tumble all over each other in a happy, lioundless fashion. Come on now, urges Father, from the happy look on your face I can see that you have much knowledge of phil- osophical truth. Now. let ' s hear the answer in a nutshell — a clear, sharp image if you please. WELL, FATHER, you see, all knowledge comes through the senses; and I sense that I need just a teensy clue. Then I ' ll be happy, states Sue Schumacher, a happy (?) student of philosophy.