Georgia Southern University - Reflector Yearbook (Statesboro, GA)

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Who, me? asks Todd Hendrix. Todd helped staff photographers make several oholographs. Here he helps with the photo found on the student life division page. John Osborne After the victory, the Tacoma Dome is silent and empty. Tracy Ham (8) remembers the final moments while holding the trophy. That is one smile he can- not keep inside. Frank Fortune EVERYTHING SOUTHERN EVERYTHING EXCELLENT n this plot of land, many people have passed in the 79 years of 0 growth. But in all those years, GSC never recorded as many students, about 7,600. Projections put GSC ' s student expan- sion growing still, figures as great as 10,000 in 1987-88. Though some try to attribute the growth, others do not question it. However, the figures are astounding for such a population explosion in such a short time. The results can be seen in several facets. People say lightning never strikes twice. Well, the blue thunder exited- campus and a storm blew across the nation into Tacoma, Washington. What some thought a fluke in 1985, was repeated in 1986. We are the Eagles — the National Champions. Although the excellence never ceased there, these two were on the minds of each and every Southern student. Excellence can be found on a smaller scale. The life force that surrounds this campus, an encouraging spirit that motivates us on to achieve the greatest we can. The individual is vital to the continued diversity and quality. But the emotion of college is more. There is a unity inside and out. All are unified under GSC. Yet, we as well unify on a smaller scale to form special bonds for a lifetime. Can we forget the real reason why we are here? An education. But much more than book smarts, we learn about life. We grow in spirit, in emotions, in intelligence. We grow in us. There is so much and so little time. But when we leave, we will be richer for our experiences. There is no doubt, an excellence will burn within us for people to witness. GSC is just one of the places we will have to thank for it. Intro 5

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THE SEARCH FOR HISTORY: C RAFFITI I 1 emory — it burns perceptions about us into our minds: the image, sound, taste, smell, touch. Things J ▼ XI we are unlikely to forget. Reminders and remainders of times past surround us, like a personal museum. And every once-in-a-while, our memory is jogged to recall things long past. We smile at something we thought disappeared: I haven ' t thought about that in a long time. This catapult into the landscape of memoirs finds the mind cluttered with multitudes of thoughts and emotions. It is never tidy, but memories are cast about here and there, considered forgotten, but they return. The surface shall deceive the viewer, for there are things in- side, deeper, hidden from your sight. And you can find it if you only explore. Graffiti of the mind. It aaMfafcrsonal history museum. And the exhibits are only memojj ; only to be seen by the individual and shared with special mends. And all the individuals crea personal memories and experi More than history, we are FITI. It is only found here an SOUTHERN GRAFFITI. K ie individuals create GSC. As the years go by, Ihe mories and experiences become history, n history, we are sra ching for the special GRAF- nly found here and no where else. The search for