Florida Southern College - Interlachen Yearbook (Lakeland, FL)

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I The Lake. How many times have you heard someone say I ' m going to the lake or Everyone ' s down at the lake ? The lake be- ing, of course, our own Lake Hollingsworth. Lakeside living has been a real asset to FSC, and as students, we have taken advantage of it and have made the Lake an integral part of our lives. The lake has watched some of us progress from an annual three-mile ritual jog to daily running to keep in shape. Others have worked from Monday afternoon skiing lessons to the grueling practices that have made our skiers a nationally ranked team. Of course, some of us settled for an evening walk around the lake and skiing just for the fun of it. We biked or skated, and we found that the lake provided a perfect route. There were can- oeing intramurals as well as quiet Sunday after- noons spent paddling around in a rented canoe. We enjoyed various activities by the lake: frisbee games, boat races, S ' mores parties at the Sump. We revelled in the traditional birth- day and pledge dunkings with their familiar scuffle, scream, and splash. We basked in the sun, jogged through the rain. Sometimes we ignored the whistles and honking horns; sometimes we egged them on. The lake provided the setting for some of our more peaceful moments. Some of us stud- ied. Others slept. Some did both — at the same time. Some read, others wrote. Some sang, others listened. We watched the rabbits in the early evening, the sun rise on Easter morning. Sometimes we sat and talked with friends; sometimes we sat and didn ' t talk with friends. Whatever our reasons, whatever our activi- ties, the Lake was there, and we made it a part of our daily lives. H 3 r

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(0 u. In this era of individualism and freedom to express ourselves, there was still a certain concern with Being in. We weren ' t exactly conformists, but we did fall in line with some of the current fads. Sporting cowboy hats and boots, we gath- ered to ride the electric bull, a la Urban Cowboy, and to clog, a two-step dance. Punking to Rock Lobster was another fa- vorite, and we decked out in cat-eye glasses, leotards, scarves, and such, and greased back our hair. Alligators were the trademark of the year, and we found them on shirts, sweaters, pants, belts, socks, keychains, etc. Preppy was our style, and usual student dress includ- ed baggy pants, espadrill shoes, Poppagallo belts, and monogrammed shirts. Gloria Van- derbilt, Sassoon, Jordache, and Calvin Klein were at the head of the class here. Not only did we dress with the fads, but we also spoke our own language. Blow-off was one of the most useful phrases; we took blow-off classes, blew-off convo, and simply blowing it off was a favorite pas- time. Nearly anything could be described in varying degrees of fine or as too . We scoped, jagged, and did everything to the max. Ten p.m. on Friday nights was as sched- uled as a class, when we congregated to ogle the Ewing family ' s troubles on Dallas. Who shot J.R.? was the 10-point bonus. And of course, we always ended with Be there, Aloha.