Fairmont State University - Mound Yearbook (Fairmont, WV)

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LEFT: Pitcher Harold Schmidle throws toward home to oust the runner. BELOW: Cast members rehearse for The House of Bernarda Alba. BOTTOM LEFT: Jeff Morris attempts to flip his opponent for a pin. BOTTOM RIGHT Cheerleaders keep up spirit during the Wesleyan game. 19

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Apartment life versus dorm life: In both places I ' ve found the harmony I need It was hard to imagine not being around people all the time after this had been my experience for a year while living in a dorm. I wanted my independence and moving into an apartment seemed to be the best way. I didn ' t realize that there is a type of loneliness that goes along with this independence. There were no longer people around me that I could turn to all the time, I had to look for companionship. I was no longer in a situation where I was forced to meet people, I had to start doing it on my own. Walking on campus, I would pass people I had lived with for a year; but now everyone I knew was doing his own thing and it became difficult to just get together sometime. College began again to seem like high school where the only way you met people was in class. Classes became more of a social gathering for me as I realized that this would be the only place where new friendships could arise. After living in an apartment for a while, I came to realize that I could do things on my own. I no longer needed continually to be surrounded by people to be secure; I found security in myself. Now I have the satisfaction of knowing that I can live not only with other people but with myself. I know that others will be there, when I need them; but I will always be here, too, to help myself, to rely on my own abilities. After experiencing dorm life and apartment life, I now know that I have a harmony of me, a harmony of people. ABOVE: Fred Miller unpacks in his Pence Hall room. RIGHT. Scott Wright and Kathy Connor meet in the Nickel for a coke and some conversation. 18

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The summer before: ' My friend and I would come to Fairmont . . , just to drive by the college and look at it I remember the summer of ' 75, when my friend and I would come to Fairmont in our spare time, just to drive past the college and look at it. We were going to be freshmen that fall and were as excited as two six- year-olds on their first day of school. I remember feeling so worldly and mature, and I guess, a little important too. I was finally out of high school. No longer would someone ask me what grade I was in. Now they would ask What ' rank ' are you? I couldn ' t wait until school started. It would be so much fun meeting people and going to all those parties! But nearly three years and 70 semester hours later, I realize that being in college doesn ' t consist merely of football games, sorority parties and holiday formals. It isn ' t high school simply on a larger scale; and, as I soon found out, it certainly isn ' t a prop just to make me feel older and sophisticated. As a naive freshman, I found I was in for a lot of surprises. But now, as a semi-naive junior, I find I can handle these surprises a little better. Sure, it takes quite a bit of work and even more determination. But if I can do it, anybody can. After all, I started out thinking college was spelled p-a-r-t-y! 20