Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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At registration, people try to convince Big John that “O’Brien” goes with the O’s, not the B’s. At registration there’s always someone who gets a Coke before he gets his class cards. At registration, everyone complains that the only time they ever get to register first is in the summer, and they don’t even come to school in the summer. At registration, everyone skips the Bible desk until last — not because those who are last shall be first, but because they're afraid Leisure Time Activities will be closed. At registration, people who thought they’d get out of classes at noon have emotional breakdowns when the only Fresh- man English section that’s still open is at three. At registration, there’s always someone you want to avoid who’s got the same courses you’ve got. At registration, you always try to convince Dr. Slaughter that you’re a senior, and you've got to have P.E. to graduate. At registration, they always give you a chapel seat in the middle. At registration, the guy in front of you at the business office desk never knows how to add and they’ve got to refigure his bill. At registration, the machine that laminates I.D.’s eats yours. At registration, they run out of cookies just as you get to the counter. At registration, you try all the locked doors first--then you find the door marked “‘Exit’”. At registration, someone always tells how much worse regis- tration was at the state school they went to last year. Rebecca Brock ® McMinnville, Tn. David Brown ® Nashville, Tn. Keith Brown ® Daytona Beach, FI. Laura G. Brown ®@ Florence, Al. Tim Brown ® Old Hickory, Tn. Cindy Browning ® Burlington, N.C. Gracie Buck © Murfreesboro, Tn. Darrell Lynn Buford @ Paducah, Ky. Tina Burch @ Goodlettsville, Tn. Ronald Burkhart © Glen Easton, W.V. Brian A. Cagle ® Decatur, Al. Lori Campbell © Manchester, Tn. Stan Carnahan @ Ooltewah, Tn. Carol Carpenter © Schaumburg, II. Denise Cassetty @ Fairfax, Va. Susan Childers © Miami, Fl.

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Emma Armstrong @ Shelbyville, Tn. Amy Austin © Nashville, Tn. Kimberly Bates @ Nashville, Tn. Debbie Batts ® Nolensville, Tn. Timothy Baxter @ Franklin, Tn. Lisa Beard @ Nashville, Tn. Dan Bickel @ Nashville, Tn. Woody Biggs @ Nashville, Tn. Terry Bigham © Lewisburg, Tn. Barbara Bilbrey ® Nashville, Tn. Teresa Kay Binkley @ Nashville, Tn. Sherry Boggs ® Smyrna, Tn. Patti Boiko © La Vergne, Tn. Elaine Boswell © Griffin, Ga. Pat Bradford © Glasgow, Ky. Leesa Bray © Monterey, Tn. Karen Bridgeman @ Marietta, Ga. Maria Bristow ® Richmond, Va. Blake Brock ®@ Sheffield, Al. Freshmen 19

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Ronda Clark © Murray, Ky. Deborah Jane Coggin® Brent- wood, Tn. Mark Collins © Talladega, Al. Judy H. Connell © Columbia, Tn. Linda Susanne Correll © Donelson, Tn. Elaine Faye Cotham @ Madison, Tn. Beverly Cothern ® Arrington, Tn. Doug Cowden ® Madison, Tn. C. Marlin Cox © Nashville, Tn. Laurie Cox © Smyrna, Ga. Pamela Crowell © Town Creek, Al. Jan Crowder ® Flint, Mi. Joy Crain ® Memphis, Tn. Becky Culp © Brentwood, Tn. Barbara Elaine Cummings @ Franklin, Ky. Cheryl Curd © Shady Valley, Tn. The freshman glances at his schedule card as inconspicuous- ly as possible. Room 324— that must be in Burton, he con- cludes. He climbs the stairs, checking the schedule card with the registrar’s schedule he picked up at registration to make sure he copied the room and time correctly. He squints through the little hole in the door to see if the room has any identifying characteristics. No ... wait! Someone has the book on his desk. Full of confidence, the freshman pulls open the door and walks in, looking for any face he might recognize from the dorm. Failing that, he sits down, near enough to others in the class not to appear anti-social, but not so near that proximity could establish a relationship. He speaks to no one. It’s much too early in the quarter for that. But he sees everyone, and everyone sees him. Therefore, he begins the process of looking unobtrusive: He opens a chemistry book and begins reading in the middle of the second chapter. He knows this fools no one: It’s eight o’clock; he obviously hasn’t been to chemistry yet; he couldn’t have an assign- ment. But chemistry is an impressive subject, and everyone else is using the same ploy anyway — or one very much like it. One is rubbing a little too frantically at a smudge on his cuff; another is intently reading the markings on her desk; a third is rattling through her purse in search of a pencil. Each person lets time and silence speak for him, es- tablishing identity while maintaining defenses. The teacher arrives. He has stalled his entrance until after time for class to begin so that he, too, can avoid interaction. It is, after all, much too early in the quarter for that. Freshmen 21