Fordham University School of Education - Grail Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Amazing-he got it right the first time. The bizarre ritual that followed our first entrance into the concrete campus came as a profound shock to those of us who expected college life to be an uncomplicated process of personal self-integration. Herded to long green tables, we seated ourselves upon the uncom- fortable wooden folding chairs which exhibited an alarming tendency to unfold at precipitous moments. A small voice bleated from an im- pressive loudspeaker. A large blackboard to the front of the hall exhibited cryptic notations and numbers, carefully arranged and periodi- cally changed. Various female supernumeraries flitted up and down the aisles distributing a confusing array of varicolored cards which were said to contain the destinies of our lives as 2 ,,,,..,.- .. . . X W, it 1 2 1 23 E Q . . But I don't want to take Seismology I. A students, mystically concealed in the Delphic system of holes punched on their borders. Consulting catalogues, notes and ouija boards we embarked upon the arduous task of filling them out, while instructions blared from the microphone. Three hours later, our fountain pens were empty, our minds exhausted, and our cards filled out. The supernumeraries reappeared bearing huge red pencils with which they dec- orated the forms with checks and initials. Some of them, that is. Most of us were petulantly informed that we couldn't possibly take the thirty-six credits we had planned, would we stop kidding and please fill out a new set of cards correctly. Two hours later we surrendered the majority of forms to a lady who proceeded through a wierd ceremonial of extracting other cabalistically significant cards from the huge dispenser in front of her. Ending the rite with a significant snap of a rubber band, she gave us further instructions. Taking our leave with all due deference we proceeded lippity lip to the second floor, waited endlessly on an inter- minable long line, surrendered our life savings or displayed the magical orange indentification card, breathed a prayer to a beneficent govern- ment or parent and thence proceeded to the other pereginations of Freshman Week. ln the mornings of this three day mental purgatory we were treated to batteries of apti- tude and achievement tests that unhinged what few mental resources we possessed. The final blows to our stability came in the between-test lectures. With frequent vague allusions to the chimerical existence of such alarming realities as majors, minors, state, city and degree re- quirements, free electives, modern language Aom,,,,,,r - --

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i ., i, 'Wt' -iilili ii In the realm of the unknown-eating at Chmbersl During Freshman Week, we were the re- cipients of much sage advice. Warned of the dangers of lateness and the perils of the over- cut list, we nevertheless made the happy acquaintance of Chambers, Naughton's, the Baltimore lR.l.P.l, the BXG, and other oases in the academic desert we were about to trav- erse. Listening to a 45 minute oration on School of Ed traditions, we resolved to carry the torches of tradition high and perhaps light a few of our own. Then we culminated our ordeal with the traditional party at which we were introduced to the traditional bill of fare, Nedick's Orange Drink and Schrafft's cookies. After a short four-day vacation, during which we made out our wills, settled our affairs, and prepared for a new way of life, we again returned to 302, this time for class. We met our professors. Prominent among these was the ubiquitous Miss Scanlon, who had conducted our Fresh- man Week. ln her weekly orientation classes. she conducted symposia of mystic pronuncia- mentos concerning degree requirements, dire warnings to plot our college careers fully, which were blithely ignored, heart rending appeals for financial and moral support of various student enterprises, stirring exhortations to extra-cur- ricular activities and amusing monologues on Fordham affairs in general. In our Religion classes with Father Ryan, we developed a firm foundation of knowledge in the great truths of our Faith and a keen ap- preciation of the Christian spirit in all things. We also learned how to defeat in argumenta- tion the members of that vast horde of atheists, agnostics, skeptics, and Rosicrucians that Cath- olics so often encounter on buses, ferries, and other modes of public conveyance. History occupied much of our time. In Dr. Donnelly's classes we were periodically awed at his precisely arranged, vastly accumu- lated store of significant historical minutiae. l-le it was who introduced us to the term paper I6