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

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How’s Your Dorm Life? Pamela Boone Dear Mom. It's two o’clock in the morning and it looks like it's gonna be another sleepless night! The gerbils are crying. The heat pipes are clanking. The sink faucet's dripping, and the commode is hung up. Upstairs, somebody is typing a term paper that was due yesterday. The girls next door are singing The Gambler a little off key. Down the hall somebody is fighting. Why? No one knows ... neither do they. Floating from the kitchen comes the aroma of fresh popped popcorn (sure beats last night's burnt boiled eggs)... and outside a car horn is blowing and a drunken guy is yelling at a girlfriend who’s not at home ... she's out with somebody else. Last week we had a little excitement ... just a panty raid ... nothing major (or so I thought).. . just some guys from Browning and Taylor yelling and running around trying to get us to throw our panties out the window. It seemed to me like they were trying to do a cheap imitation of the characters in Animal House ... that's all it was. at first. But then things got king of out of hand . . . the guys ran through our dorm and stole every piece of underwear they could get their greedy little hands on. Some windows got broken and a few people got hurt . .. then we girls decided to seek revenge. We marched to the men's dorms and demanded BVD and Fruit of the Loom in replace of our Bali and Vanity Fair. Mom, I got my Sears 32 AAA back ... It seems not everybody thought it was such a fun event, though. Dean Thomas and the campus police came out and ran us home at 2 a.m.... and we were just gettin' goin . If I had known it wasn't a UCPC event I swear Mom. I'd have never gone out! Tomorrow we're painting our room. I'm not too sure what colors we'll use. I like fuschia pink, but Margie likes chartreuse green (she always was a little weird). I guess we'll compromise and use them both ... my side will be fuschia with chartreuse polka dots ... her side will be chartreuse with fuschia stripes! Sounds wild? Right! I think it'll look When the phone rings, it’s go: to be answered; you never know just who might be on the other end. A mischievious spirit permeated the air the night of the panty raid.” leaving not too much on campus untouched 22 Dorm Life

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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.

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 A dorm room is a nice place to study when you want to be surrounded by your own things and your own kind of music. Good friends and good food always makes dorm life more enjoyable. great! Don't you? You know, that’s one thing I like about this place—it let's me be me! For once in my life. I'm in control. I'm free ... I have no one but myself to answer to. I'm really on my own. My god. what’s that noise? It's a friggin' fire alarm! I better end this now Mom. If we don’t leave our rooms we have to go to housing and see Mr. Steele ... and I've already had to go twice this week, once for pouring soap suds down the hall and once for having a boy in my room all night... how was I supposed to know that just because my roomate had gone home for the night that I couldn't have a friend sleep over ... besides, I thought C” visitation was everyday. any day, all day (or night) long. Don't worry, Mom. I convinced Mr. Steele that the guy was my long lost cousin just in from Alaska. He thought I was awful lucky to run into ole cous” at the Tu-La-Fe. Well. Mom, you always wanted to know how dorm life was. I tell you, it's the pits ... it really is .. . but I love it. I wouldn’t have it any other way ... no, I wouldn’t live anywhere else ... well, at least not right now. Love, and oh—send money, Pam Dorm Life 23