Goucher College - Donnybrook Fair Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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From the car window, a swift view: a casually sprawling campus, modern-probably progres- sive, then, and liberal, maybe. Goucher. Not really large, seems a little isolated and woodsy -perhaps exclusive, maybe friendly. From the car probably a little frightening, though, be- cause it is so new. Suddenly that car is there no more, and the people, labs, books, meetings, the talks and endless discussions create new im- pressions. But the impressions are still frag- mentary, you have only yourself for perspective, and the view often seems narrow. You see still through the same eyes which looked at first through the car window. But then you approach, timidly and expect- antly, higher and wider windows and see dimly, waveringly, for the first time, scenes and scopes that were never there before. Sometimes you see only a confusing reflection of self in those win- dows, a reflection that obscures the vistas beyond the panes, but you learn to shift a little for a clearer view, a better angle of sight. You focus down and concentrate your vision, ignoring awhile the fuzzy outlines of distant horizons, then you look up and out-the cosmos, the undefined, the noworld and allworld you gaze on-and seek to find identity in the unidentifiable. No certain vision, no definition comes at once, but inside something seems opening up, settling and shaping itself almost by your wishing hard, and things get clearer, maybe even clear. One day you happen to look out on the campus again-from VM 207, perhaps, while listening to the class, just as the mail truck rolls up to the post office, or just as someone trudges dormward from the lib, or perhaps you pull the blinds all the way up to soak your room in a sunset. And suddenly you realize that what you see is different from what you saw that first day from the car: different not only because your eyes are no longer rushing along on the outside but very much in one defined place-on the inside looking out- but different also because that view that you have is already a part of everything you will ever see. ltis a part of what you will see through any of the lofty windows you may yet open, a part of any small or large focus you may yet make, or of any reflection of self that you may yet see. It's a part of your view of life. Seems big, challenging -maybe exciting. From here not too frighten- ing, though. It has its own firm casement, its own broad scope, fine focus: Goucher.