Fairfield University - Manor Yearbook (Fairfield, CT)

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Fir INTRUDUCTION here's an emotion with no word attached. The feeling surfaces occasionally on the streets of New York or Boston, on the shores of the Atlantic, on a silent winter night, after the snow, beneath the stars. You are simultaneously numb, excited, exhausted, thrilled, burnt out, intense, overwhelmed by the sense experience. The chill slices through your body, carrying wonder, fear, exhiliration-a little of everything. You feel more alive than ever. Aware, like a sponge. Afterwards, you want only to relax and relive. College is a stimulus. Every year before Thanksgiving break, Christmas break, three-day weekends, Spring Break, Easter Weekend, and finally, summer vacation, you think, 'just in time. I need this break. Whatta year, I know, but I have to go home for a while, watch TV in 48 hour marathons, relax. Do you mind? I need a break. The reasons for this phenomenon at college are numerous. As you carve a life in your makeshift home, you meet many new people. Students from across the Northeast, the country, the world. People with different accents and different expressions. Hundreds of introductions every week. You're doing your own laundry and solving you own problems. With the power of the long distance call, mom and dad might as well be in the next room, but you realize thats not what college is about. Meanwhile, adults with years of experience and education are broadening your mind lor driving you out of your mind with assignmentsl. When the lecture in history relates to the lectures in philosophy and business, you wonder if it's coincidence or part of the Universityfs master plan, or if that's just the way the world works. Any student who has crammed, pulled consecutive all-nighters. and felt the stress of finals week, knows just how overwhelming the sense experience at college can be. When you put your books away at the end of the day, you compete in a sport or belong to a club. Whether a varsity basketball player or a FUSA Cabinet member, Ski Club President or intramural flag football captain, you find fulfillment in the dedication, teamwork, and friendships. Hanging out in the dorm. checking your mail, eating at Seiler's, partying at the townhouses or beach, attending Harvest with the perfect Cor not- so-perfectl date, enjoying a concert or lecture, studying in the lounge, studyingfsocializing in the library, watching Letterman-even your leisure time is jammed with activities. If you are a member of the Class of 1988. Fairfields most recent graduating class, you will spend plenty of time remembering your college experience. You can recall any one incident but you cannot separate it from the whole. Regardless of your class, if, during the year 1988, you thought the sense experience overwhelming, now is the time to look back. In the following pages, you might begin to understand the magnitude of the undergraduate experience at Fairfield University in relation to the world, and to your life. If you're lucky, though, you'll see straight to the freedom, the chaos, the coming-of-age, the learning of the twenty-five hour days and the eight-day weeks, the best years of your life, the time when everything was larger than life. john Cozzrlmazzffae Homework? Pete Bolger '89. Coppositej, Dan Busby '89, ltop lefty, and Debbie Schif '88, ltop rightj, play on Campion Field. Terry Sullivan pho- tos. 5

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