Eckerd College - Logos Yearbook (St Petersburg, FL)

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Upper extreme left. The post-study, pre-chow snooze. Top, Kappa people hanging on the edge of absurdity. Upper left, And if I continue to eat wonder whole-wheat, I may make the Olympics some day. Above, What id this? Did they move the showers or am I still asleep? Left. Isn ' t mass confusion a blast?

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Lefl, Tom McElory getting a sour cream and onion fix. Below, Dan, Tracie and Peter celebrating the plurality of life. Lower left, Kate Johnson teaches upstarts Elaine Raybourn and Scott Estes the confused annoyed look. Lower right, Carolyn Sistar and Steve Murphy reopen the chicken or egg debate. On and On . . .

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Extreme left, So as you can see Spin, I really don ' t have a leg to stand on. Left, Brian Sweet Mahoney for six. Below, 1 agree Ed (Tellechea), this has got to be The People ' s Choice raft I heard about. Life at Eck Tech The alarm that was supposed to annoy me when it roused me from a sound sleep, didn ' t go off because of a power failure in the night. So my stupid clock set on the desk, flashing some absurd time at me and enjoying it all the while. I could tell it was hours into my first class and so I had achieved my morning annoyance fix in sort of a round about way. Stumbling out the doorway in nothing but a towel, I leisurely make my way to the shower. I do an about- face when I greet two maintenance ladies cleaning the shower. I ' m not sure what day of the week it is, but I have a strong suspi- cion it ' s Monday. Feeling almost as grumpy as grubby, I take a dare from a guy in the hall, and go to lunch. We have chilidogs and tacos and I sprint back to the complex, steered towards the bathroom. The Pope could be in there for all I care — nobody ' s gonna stop me this time. Hey, look at this, my lucky day, toilet paper and every thing. My afternoon class seems to be dragging into an evening class. (That ' s funny — my schedual doesn ' t say anything about this) Remembering some thing about our house playing intramurals before dinner, I stroll out to the field to see what the story is, but I find out the story is that we lost in the championships the night before. By the lime I get back it ' s dinner time and we actu- ally stand in line, waiting to get in (irony of ironies). Well, dinner accomplished, I pre- tend to convince myself that I ' m now going to settle in for about four or five serious hours of studying. Ok! So, I wind up mak- ing a compromise and spend a half hour in the library (Good half an hour at that)! Before long I ' m drawn to the Pub and par- take in the splendors of merriement for awhile. It starts to look a little late and I begin the journey back to my room. Sitting in bed I reflect on the day and organize all the errands, chores and assignments for to- morrow. I reach for the clock, set the alarm and look forward to the annoyances of to- morrow.