Gannon University - Lance Yearbook (Erie, PA)

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GLORY DAYS The minute the average eighteen year-old sets foot on a college cam- pus, his or her immediate mental re- action is either What am I doing here? or Why didn't I get here sooner? Remember when your par- ents unloaded you in front of your dorm and warned you Don't bounce any checks and don't mix whites with darks. See you in six weeks? On that day, the rest of your life began. You laughed, you cried, you failed your first three exams. Big Deal. Who cares? It's only your parents' life sav- ings in tuition money. And besides, you rule! You got mail today! But three more years with these strange people? Their Rochester and Pitts- burgh accents have driven you crazy. They can't pronounce your name. They only listen to the Dead. They've never heard of lacrosse. They don't go to church. And the weather here? Did you ever think you would go through several umbrellas in one semester? And what's this about a wind chill factor? You decide you hate Erie even though everyone says the sum- mers are awesome. Wait, you say you love the people here and you've decid- ed you're staying? Glenn Bunky Mathieson caught mak- 36 ... 24 ... 36 - I mean 24- 2-)0-HUT ing prank calls while BUNK naked. Charlie, can't you get her off your mind? | Chris Chrisgebroski, Amy Roth and Janet McLaughlin get DOWN dur- ing Rowdy Half Hour.

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Jake Rouch takes a well deserved Picture Perfect Presque Isle speaks for break. itself. A secret passageway to the outside CAMI TVRZAK cools down while world. having fun on a warm, sunny day. GETTING AWAY FROM IT ALL Solitude. Quality time with me. A time to find my center. A conversa- tion with inner companions. Our days as students become incredibly de- manding. We become unfocused. We allow our feelings to tear at our mind. We need to get away. Far. As in South America. Or maybe a cruise around the peninsula will do for to- day. Try to remember the day at Gan- non when you felt most alone and the day you needed to feel most alone. What is the world telling me? What am I telling the world? Would anyone listen to us even if we wanted to ex- plain ourselves? Was it always clear what we even had on our minds? Were we ever sure if the messages we were sending were being received? We grew emotionally as students. Our moods were reflected in the people we chose to be with and the environments we enjoyed the most. We chose to listen when nature spoke. We learned to break loose upon feeling disturbed. We adjusted to change. And every once in awhile we'd think about what we wanted to do for the rest of our lives which would quickly be replaced by deciding where we would be hav- ing a few beers later that evening.

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It's amazing what you can pull out of those mailboxes! ... If I should die before I wake, that s one less test I'll have to take . . . GOODNIGHT DALE! Remember When