East Tennessee State University - Buccaneer Yearbook (Johnson City, TN)

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Did You Get Your Hunting License? Mary Kendrick Parking is a perennial problem. In the summer it's not so bad—there are only administrative personnel to fight over the closest parking places—but come fall, there are students everywhere. Each, it seems, with his or her own car. This year, the administration really asked for it. Access was denied to Sherrod Drive. The guys' drag strip, and the Carter, Yoakley and Stone women's perferred parking places had become the mall and was promised possible future park status, complete with picnic tables. A new policy was initiated wherein everybody with his or her own wheels not only had to register them with the Assistant Dean of Student Affairs. but also had to pay $10 for the privilege of joining in the mad scramble for a parking place. Lucky students found them within 10-20 minutes walking distance of classes or dorms. Unlucky students were incensed. Not only did they not have access to the preferred places near buildings. they had to pay $10 for their private hunting licenses. Finding a place near anything often involved a unique ability to play dodge-em cars, coupled with a mandatory adeptness at buf-faloing other drivers. Sometimes it was difficult to get a place at all. Students were appeased by ensuing reports of new parking lots ... until they were told that the majority of them were for reserved spaces only. The others, designated for students, were in the proverbial boonies. Parking was newly prohibited on the east side of University Drive, and the west side became reserved. The map of the United States disappeared from the Training School playground. So did the playground. It had a higher calling-joining the ranks of the reserved lots. Students got a break in the enlarging of the lot between Stout and West Maple. But this good news was countered by more spaces reserved in More and more cars brought more and more problems. If a car sits in an illegal spot for too long. University officials call on the city police to tow the vehicle away. 20 Parking

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What do I take now? Registration, what a bummer! Has Anybody Got An Aspirin? Pamela Boone When students graduate from high school they are faced with a choice to make about the rest of their lives. Either they get a job and go to work or they go to college and have some fun”. This myth is soon proven false to the future college freshmen because of his first experience of orientation. He finds the fun comes only after many head-aches.” Of course the university tries to ease the hardship by plenty of speakers, free food, and good entertainment. This years' freshmen orientation was no exception. University personnel spent a great deal of time telling so called humorous jokes and giving solid advice, while ARA spread the tables with delicious foods and drinks. Entertainment was provided by some already popular faces on campus. But after the fun and games came the real stuff. .. . making decisions. The time came to claim a major, fill out a card and stand in line. Many doubtful minds turned to newly appointed advisors who rattled off factual” information (like a computer with a broken memory bank) on what the average beginning student should sign up for. The decisions they made would determine what they would do with their lives and what they would become when they finally grew up. Nervously they thanked their advisors, (secretly hoping not to ever have them for a class), and gathered their cards, pamphlets, and registration books, then stumbled down to the administration building. After standing in line for an hour and a half and having their pictures made with their mouths open and eyes shut, they make it to the computer. Five more minutes.” they thought, and I can go home. Then they heard the student worker say. I’m sorry. Three out of five of your classes are full. You’ll have to start over. Without pausing to think or hear his own words, the student cries ... Has anybody got an aspirin? Orientation 19

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A familiar sight on campus is the campus cop. delivering numerous tickets to quiet cars. front of Panhellenic. And again, students were out in left field ... literally. The total number of student spaces presently available is estimated at 3,850—with over 9,000 enrolled, the majority of these with cars. Students have tried to beat the system” in several ways. Trails have been blazed up steep banks by pioneering jeeps, and the masses have responded enthusiastically to the invitation: Come up, poor car, come up! An added advantage of such student endeavors is that less gardening is now necessary—mud banks don’t require any upkeep. Some brave individuals have brazenly parked in empty reserved spaces. For their efforts to escape the rigors of their social caste, they have been rewarded the tickets, more tickets, and still more tickets. What price, parking! More lots have been suggested, meaning more money from somewhere. However, if some were built, demand would still exceed supply. And no one wants to park at Sammy’s. Zoned lots have been suggested, though the advisability of them is questionable. If your car is stuck in storage because you are classified as a weekender, how can you go shopping Wednesday night? Other zones would be designated fac-ulty staff, resident students, and commuters. More factions, folks. Guess we’ll just have to live with the parking problem. For a while at least. Parking 21 Another car is about to receive a gift from a campus blue.