Illinois College - Rig Yearbook (Jacksonville, IL)

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10 “‘When the tensions of on- campus living get to me, | - steal away to Wendy’s for a Frostie and a supply of crackers to take to Nichols Park to feed the ducks. I also like Duncan Park to just sit and relax.”’ - Beth . Hettinger ACADEMY AWA ARDS Pq

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| “Hum, lunch looks yummy today. Greasy toasted cheese sandwiches, pressed turkey, runny egg salad, brown cauliflower and puffed corn. Looks like chili and cake for me today. “It’s 11:00 and time to get to work. Here they come, The I.C. food complain- ers. | | ‘Hey you, when are we gonna get real turkey to eat?’ | ‘This cauliflower is brown and cold. Do you honestly expect me to eat this?’ | |““Every day I’m bombarded by such complaints. Sometimes I just can’t take it jany longer especially when the food’s gone and the runner disappeared or jwhen the silverware’s out and I fall down in the dishroom trying to locate more | | “Take back trays, clean off food, scrub the tables and push in the chairs. Yea! I’m finally done. All that for $2.47 an hour. Such is the life at Baxter Dining Hall!” - Kathy Karl Slowly I ease my sleeping toes down to the cold floor. : the grogginess (or is it the hangover?) out for good. | Hello world! I shut off the alarm clock before it wakes my roommate (who really is not a morning person), hop in the shower, give my teeth a once-over with Colgate and head over to a practically deserted Bax- ter. It’s another Monday morning. And another meal at Baxter. Oh, well, I suppose ‘students will always complain about the food ... but I bet even Charles Henry Rammelkamp never ate on campus! | grab my toast before it has a chance to shoot out over the red-checked tablecloth and onto | the floor. Then it’s out the door, and on to Sturte- vant. Ooohh, these eight o’clocks are killers. Especially at Sturtevant. If the knocking of the pipes doesn’t get to you those damn bees will. But even in my most irreverent moods I grudgingly admit that I.C. would not be the same without Sturtevant Hall. It is a landmark. An exam today. We all compare notes (‘‘When was the Lewis and Clark expedition?’’) and test our deci- dely un- photographic memories. As the bluebooks are distributed, I despairingly repeat all the facts | committed to memory the night before, and pray that questions miraculously will appear that will corre- spond - no matter how remotely - to the facts I so laboriously memorized. It’s 9:00 and with relief I leave Sturtevant and head for the Union (alias Caine Student Center) to seek solace in a donut, a cup of coffee, and later a hopeful- ly full mailbox. I wince at the chill and shake my head, trying to drive | a

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ithe fall is spent watching jonday night football and jinking 25¢ beer at Ba- ? »” lhn’s.”’ - Travis Wilson ; typical Monday night ee ee 2 nes oS RARE, TP Rae LES STN STs: Iie NEN r Gk Mh EN n emnen sree VEL. NEE I RISNIEE eT - : ; PACKAGE LIQUOR Luka aos Spee )0N0AY LUNCHES ii | Beyond the world of straggling lines, ID cards, wilted lettuce leaves, candy machines, and television, where lay other worlds: thick pizzas and juke- boxes, twinkling lights, Robert Redford, and the mountains of Busch. Where do I.C. students go to get away from the trials and tribulations of campus life? Many head to the golden arches of McDonald’s to sink Baxter- starved mouths into Big Macs, fries, and apple pies. Other head to their favorite bar to drown their academic-filled lives with a nice tall cold pitcher of beer. Ken’s, Pantera’s, Pizza Hut, or Leo’s can cure the mun- chies with a pizza, or the Black- hawk smorgasboard is an ex- pensive, but good, meal. And some go to the lake just to sit and get away from it all while others go to the movies to for- get the term paper and reading assignments cluttering their desk. Wherever they go though, it is with eager spirits of adven- ture and hungry bodies that I.C. students venture out into other worlds, beyond mystery meat and library study carrels. Aemy DSUl}Jey