Duke University - Chanticleer Yearbook (Durham, NC)

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oiif hut occupied by rlircc. I hen, a tau his hrsr prochniiicd his name, homcrow n, ro all he met. Sleepless nights and endless tests no know ledge given, only drained ui huge, hot classrooms fillet! w ith more strange faces. I le found the twilight zone of gray suspension, waiting [)ut tor what- SuddeiiK, wheels resume their turning, the stream, its flow. More ot the older, know- ing faces and a pattern of class- rooms, labs takes shape. He sees familiar features, buildings, peo- ple. He shares the unstructured independence of these years and joins his complaints of early hours and wretched food to theirs. Bluebooks, weekly themes — filled in and handed back. No longer excellent, superior, or even good; and so begins the swift destruc- tion of old-self until no shred of confidence is left, only a le eled surface waiting for reconstruc- tion. I ' .astward, she struggled with the same uneasy sickness, loneli- ness, and mass confusion. Her world far less transient than his; her scars and feelings deeper, but of a different breed. Stiff, past ' smiles classrooms full of bodies coxered with like cloth and pins - accepted, rejected, another tag, this time Greek. Blind dates and more blind dates, new clothes, new friends, new feelings. She spilled countless words on paper, writing to any- one, anywhere — waiting for the gravness to pass. Slowly, awareness. A living part of this communal thought, loo much now to do, to read; they had no time for letters. Suds, flicks, all-nighters — swiftly the fall turns to winter and on to spring. Red cards on black, sand, sun no gra ' suspension. 18

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