Elon University - Phi Psi Cli Yearbook (Elon, NC)

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Sororities and fraternities rush. Bid night, serenades, pledges of loyalty be- gin a pressured week of laughter and tears. Any visitor on campus would be lost in fantasy and disbelief. April bids farewell to the bitterness of winter and under the ancient colon- ades students linger after dinner talk- ing, enveloped in the melancholy soft- ness created by the traditional .showers. She is contrary though, and this quiet mood is contrasted by the lightness of parties, banquets, and elaborate plans for May Day. Weekends someone is sure to be missing, only to appear Monday with a sunburned nose and praises of the beach that equal only the ocean ' s roar. Sometime in April again the campus is deserted for the seemingly never to come Easter vacation. Students leave books, papers, and burdened only by bathing suits, bermudas, suntan oil, rnd pent up emotions, leave for beaches, rel- atives, friends. Fort Lauderdale, or may- be even home. All too quickly the time is gone and so is April, leaving a cleared path for May and flowers. May Day breaks the invariable routine; and out again come costumes, formals, tuxedos, and gripes. Yet the weekend is one to be remember- ed, at least until you are caught in the whirlpool of endless activity which is culminated by that wretched week of final exams.

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Back for a few weeks, and December comes bringing gray, a restful lull after the aliveness of summer and the bril- liance of autumn. Christmas — parties — cheer — smiles — farewells. Here the New Year arrives quietly. The campus slum- bers — unaware of bells, horns, gaiety — waiting for the onsurge of life and activ- ity arriving within the next few days. January : Exams again, this time more meaningful than before. Semester break — for some a sad farewell ; for oth- ers promise of a future. As the new semester begins, the crisp air is saturated with determination; thoughtful frowns are numerous. And perhaps the glory of snow will turn the world into a child ' s wonderland. Spring comes in stocking feet ... so slow but so quickly. One morning you rise and she is waiting. The air is light with friendship and laughter, coloring a world so long in peace. Pastels prevail. The campus is awed by the awareness of the miracle of life. Couples walk arm in arm; ivy on the walls is greener than green; and the plump moon is amused as romance seeps into the hearts of even the most timid. Books become a symbol of dreaded duty and are carried or avoid- ed by grudging scholars. The last three months of school slip swiftly by. Days pass, crammed with activities. So many things to do.

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