Florida Southern College - Interlachen Yearbook (Lakeland, FL)

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To believe. That ' s the key. It allows us to be real-to try, to give, to experience, to be me or to be you. It gives us the chance to be all that we can be and were meant to be. 1 can because I think I can. No cloud is so high that it can ' t be touched; no night is so dark that I cannot see. Southern offers us a testing ground, not only for our abilities but also for our confidence. When we believe in our school and in ourselves, things start to happen. Our athletic teams go to national championship tournaments. The Commu- nications Building is covered in Editor Publisher. The Festival of Fine Arts brings bigger names. We find jobs trough the placement office. The admissions of- fice forms a waiting list ... We have a lot to believe in here. A lot to be proud of. I can ' t believe that! said Alice. Can ' t you? the Queen said in a pitying tone. Try again: draw a long breath, and shut your eyes. Alice laughed. There ' s no use try- ing, she said. One can ' t believe impos- sible things. I dare say you haven ' t had much practice, said the Queen. When I was your age 1 always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I ' ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. ■Through the Looking Glass Lewis Carroll I sat in the Hindu Garden as the even- ing settled down around me and tucked me into its velvety folds. The Lord turned on his parlor lights while the crickets tuned their violins for their nightly sere- nade. I wondered how they felt, those crickets chirping their hearts out in the depths of night. And there, in the dark- ness, I wept. Discovering The Freedom Of Believing . t

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Second to the right, then straight on till morning. ■Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie The directions to Never Neverland, that haven to which the child in each of us runs when we have three tests tomorrow and a term paper due yesterday. It ' s that trip to Starlite skating rink dur- ing Finals ' week. It ' s chewing one of those 10c gumballs at 8:30 in the morn- ing. It ' s the glorious release of jogging around Lake Hollingsworth or even just sitting in the Hindu Garden. It ' s that mixed feeling of pride and relief as you type the last word of an 18-page exposi- tion on the history of the press. Somehow, we manage to rise above the frenzy and let the pieces fall into place. The pressure subsides, and we al- low ourselves to be free. In those moments, we learn to fly. I ' ll teach you how to jump on the wind ' s back, and then away we go You just think lovely wonderful thoughts, and they lift you up in the air. -Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie Some mornings I wake up feeling like I have to scrape my face up off the floor. Nothing seems to function: my hands can ' t hold on to things, my legs just don ' t move. I sort of shlep around the room wishing that I could crawl back between the covers, but knowing full well that I don ' t dare miss Dr. J ' s Old Testament. So I listen to some music, manage a weak smile in the general direction of my roommate, try to remember that old power of positive thinking and remind myself that MWF classes are only 55 min- utes long, say a little prayer, and it starts to fall into place. Once I let the insides go, the outsides sort of fellow suit. I shed the burden of dreary thoughts; I let myself fly. The Artistry Of A Soul In Flight m