Gonzaga University - Spires Yearbook (Spokane, WA)

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essary, and suddenly you began to make friends. Soon, there were more familiar faces than strange faces and even the strange ones didn't scare you any more. It was probably around this time that you began to regard that big, ugly fixture you lived in as a sort of a home, rather than that big, ugly fixture you lived in. Dorms rarely turn you on during the first introduction. You're still pretty home-oriented and your eyes really can't help but roam, somewhat eerily, down the corridors, connecting the endless rows of numbered doors with the only thing you've come acorss like it before-prison. What you'd imagined would be a plush, comfortable, homey-atmosphered dormitory, came across as a way too tiny, drab, and all-around crummy prison. But after awhile, you would adjust again, and even though you'd have to admit that it was a crummy prison, it was your crummy prison. Back to the peanut butter sandwich. How many peanut butter sand wiches do you know that just happen? A wave of the old peanut but- ter knife, a stickily-muttered chant and poof ...... they're there? Not too many l'd wager. It requires tasting and testing, time, and a lot of change before a sandwich finally fits the bill. In the same way, dorm life can easily be brushed aside as time- consuming, cash-consuming and an all-around pain in the neck. But when you stop to think of it, almost anything you do these days is time-consuming, cash-consuming and an all-around pain in the neck, so the argument isn't too effective. lt's easy to cite bad points about anything. As always, good points take a little more thought and per- sonal honesty. Gonzaga's dorm life has evolved in much the same way as a person learns to choose his favorite spread. From the days of the wideopen, row-upon-row, living quarters of the fourth floor Ad. building, when cooperation was a must and privacy a dream-dorm life has ulti- mately altered to fit the step of the seventies. Parietal hours, a co- residential dorm on campus, and the discussion of a possible real co- ed dorm in forth-coming years, show that, while dorm living is still in an experimental state, it is everchanging to meet the needs and wants of a student. As the student grows older, he begins to look back on those early peanut butter sandwich adjustment days, with a nostalgic longing to go back in time. Stifling a sob and swallowing an ever-present lump in his throat, he talks jovially about the good time, underplays the bad times and relives the good old days. x ,X 2 Ei . A 2

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Those never-to-be-forgotton-friends are always at the top of any reminiscing list. Whether helping you wobbily down the hall after the effects of a few drinks, keeping you up-to-date on current gossip- worthy events, or just plain being there to catch hell when you did, friends were nice to have around. Likewise, who is likely to forget his roommate? The roommate figure was always there, ready to wake you up at eight when your classes didn't start till eleven or ever-diligently cleaning up the room casually discarding your most precious assignments down the incin- erator. A roommate was a different kind of friend, one you hated fur- iously and loved, loved totally, both at the same time. Somehow along the way a bond grows between you and your roommate, and no matter how much you hate to admit it, you do kind of like him. Then there were always those other memorable experiences. Slowly you began to store up a whole backlog of embarrassing incidents you couldn't and wouldn't ever forget. Including some goodies like: wak- ing up at 3:00 A.M. and doing a frantic jig to the tune of another fake fire alarm, climbing into bed after a wild night on the town, only to find your sheets waiting around for some midget with ten inch legs, stepping out of the shower to discover that some joker has made off with your clothes and towel, forcing you to make a frenzied dash for your room during parietal hours rather than rot in the bathroom. Fun- ny, there was never any doubt in your mind that it was your ever- loving friends master-minding each new predicament. Still, for some reason, you could never quite pinpoint a culprit to get back at, so you had to content yourself with getting back at everybody. Ah, yes, such times can be remembered by one and all, even if they have grown older and-wiser, and advanced to the more quiet time of the smaller dorms. No one can ever be found to contest those good old days. lt's almost as if age accents all that glorious fun by granting you a splendidly rich imagination and a hell of a poor memory. Getting down to the basics, a peanut butter sandwich can be very -'ff i