George Washington University - Cherry Tree Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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Dave Rifkind Palestra. God certainly had a nice day when he set the plans in motion to build it. As far as my other roommate was concerned, the less said about him, the better. He was the kind of a guy who for fun would heckle a telethon. Roommates, The White House, the lessons we learned day in day out. Thank heaven for those good times. Oh, college certainly was no bed of roses all the time. Falling in love means also falling out of love as well. Studying for finals was certainly no picnic, and those times when we swallowed exams whole are not pleasant throughts at all. But everytime we thought we were never going to make it, we did. By the time you read this most of you will have been out of college 4 months. And you will realize that there were so many people you wanted to thank, but somehow never got around to doing. How about that maid who always cleaned your room no matter how filthy it was. (Wasn ' t it embarrassing the morning she found the remains of Jimmy Hoffa under your bed? And the dear thing never said a word.) How about that bank manager who waived the 10 day clearance for out of state checks so you could cash it in time to prevent your phone from being turned off. And how about that professor who three times gave you an extension on that econ paper. I’ve been a part of GW for a few years now and the saying the more things change, the more they stay the same is as true today as it was 7 years ago when I rushed out into the street for my first false alarm. Freshmen still come to town thinking they are going to conquer the world, sophomores still look down at freshmen, juniors continue to look forward to senior year, and seniors still yearn for those innocent, anx- iety filled days of freshman year. I miss those days, and someday you will too. 28

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(George) Washington: School and City GW and D.C. Its difficult for members of the Uni- versity community to think of one without the other, so intertwined are their people and places. Both the city and the University began about the same time. They matured, grew and changed in very much the same ways. Many of the students, faculty and administration hold additional jobs elsewhere in the city, and the University is the largest private land- owner in the metropolitan area. Here at the George Washington University, it is said that students take time off from the city to attend classes. With Georgetown just a few blocks down Pennsylvania Avenue, the Capitol building a mere metro ride away and the Mall looming behind the campus like the world’s largest backyard, can you blame them? In the fall at GW the sticky humidity of the city begins to subside. Walks along the reflecting pool become more enjoyable as the air cools down with each passing day. Time seems to flow longer as the days get shorter; trips to the exquisitely extravagant Library of Congress for term papers. For nightlife, the glitter of Georgetown attracts some, but GW is a University of stark contrasts; most of us scatter in all different directions when classes cease for the day. The singles spots of 1 9th street and the Dupont Circle area characterize the pick-up palaces of the 1970 ' s and the new wave trendiness of the 1 980’s. Venturing off the beaten track can take GW students as close as the 9:30 club or D.C. Space, and as far as the popularly undiscovered serenity of Old Town Alexandria. Earle Kimel 30 Rick Santos