Gardner Webb University - Web / Anchor Yearbook (Boiling Springs, NC)

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next year, 1970-71, there would be a graduating class, ttiereby giving Gardner-Webb the full pledged title of a Senior college. However, the 1969-70 year was somewhat of an enigma, especially to the students at Gardner-Webb. Their main con- cern, at least for those who planned to stay the full four years, was whether the college would meet accreditation standards or not. In addition, this ■inbetween year of 1970 gave rise to other puzzling issues, such as what conference the sport teams belonged in, and how baffled, bewildered students, of the institution could refer to themselves . . . Junior college stu- dents or Senior college students. There were not very many three year schools around. Gardner- Webb seemed to be the only one of it ' s kind — rather like a new species!

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What In the world am I doing here? Where on earth am I going after I leave? Two questions, uni- versal to all college students, were a part of the enigma on the Gard- ner-Webb campus. The whole scene was like a crazy, almost im- possible jigsaw puzzle. Some of the pieces didn ' t seem to fit no matter how much effort and strug- gling went into finding the solution. It seemed that professors became more confusing by the day and the assignments they gave were tasks meant for some genius with an IQ of 150 — not you whose IQ was slightly above average. Dorm life wasn ' t a simple matter either. Get- ting along with a roommate was a struggle to the end! And what about being compatible with other people around campus? Some- times praying — praying for a way out of this maze was a last resort. Maybe it should have been first? Well, what d ' ya know! Finally what that professor ' s been lectur- mg about suddenly clear and un- derstandable. The assignments got easier, too. Yeah ... all it took was a little more effort. The problems of dorm life seemed much less try- ing, in fact it was really a lot of fun — the water fights, the door salutes, the golf tournaments in the hall . . . The roommate situation re- solved, too, and resulted in a last- ing friendship and if not that at least a valuable lesson. Odd . . . the puzzle pieces began to fall into place and the picture was com- pleted. The picture depicted clear- ly now the answer to those two universal questions. Yes . . . now it ' s clear. I know why I ' m here, and yes, I know, or at least I ' ve got some idea, where I ' m going. '