LaGrange College - Quadrangle Yearbook (Lagrange, GA)

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We acquired freshmen sisters, and tried to shelter them from the evils which had befallen us. We lived in Residence Hall (later named Pitts) and we spent most of our time taking showers, and bouncing on our luscious beds. Classes became more difficult, and we chose our major subjects. No more changing of minds now — We began to realize too that our college days were half gone. Junior privileges seemed grand, but we found that we had very little time to use them. As the days passed, we began to realize, also, that we must soon assume the leadership of all campus activities. We were flattered, but very frightened also. We recalled how we, as freshmen, had admired and respected the seniors, and we wondered if we could ever be good examples to our younger classmates. The first week of our senior year was a jumble of disappointment, happiness, prep- aration and surprise. We scoured the city for caps and gowns. We were forced to tell the new students that we were seniors! They thought we were freshmen! ! The first Sunday morning we donned our black academic attire and marched in to church. We felt all eyes upon us; and we sin- cerely hoped everyone would know from that day forward that we were seniors! Classes crashed down upon us as never be- fore, and we spent endless hours reading parallel. The line of the campus was: If any- one wants me, I ' m in the library. We attended initiation in a group and our sentiments were divided between the poor frosh and our sister sophs. Oh, the responsi- bility of being a senior. Christmas holidays and then exams, and we settled down to our last semester of college. Our senior privileges did us little good; for we had little time, and there was a definite man- power shortage. We went on a money- SENIOR STORE making campaign and derived the name of Bologna Queens for the tons of sandwiches we sold. With spring came comprehensives and recitals. The grand recitals showed every- one what we had known all the time — that we had the most talented class ever. (We aren ' t a bit con- ceited.) The last two weeks of school were busy ones for us. We divided our time between exams, parties, and a general good time. Grad- uation gifts made the mail call especially ex- post oppice citin S- And we donned our caps and gowns doz- ens of times just to see how they looked. Commence- ment Sunday gave us our first taste of the great occasion; and we had already been made members of the Alumnae Association. At midnight we sang our goodbyes to our beloved classmates and we felt as if we couldn ' t possibly leave them. The great day dawned. Our graduation day. The day that we ' d waited and worked for. We put on our robes for the final ceremony, and with it acquired a dignity which we had not thought possible. Clutching our diplomas we walked out of Dobbs to re- ceive the congratulations of our friends and parents. We glanced toward Smith and remembered the first time we ever saw it; and through our minds passed the many memories of the Class of ' 44.