Mary Washington College - Battlefield Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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F a .y Here we begin our school year ' s work with energy and enthusiasm. It ' s pleas- ant to he back on the hill, to welcome and be welcomed by old friends, to greet the freshmen and to make splen- did plans for hard work and fun in the coming months. The grove is lovely with brilliant leaves and the air soon becomes chilly. Fall is here.

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OUR ARRIVAL The last few miles seemed impossibly slow in passing, but of course they couldn ' t last forever and we finally came in view of our campus. How thrilling it all was to us who knew where each walk led, the familiar aspect of the nooks and corners in each building, and saw again the friendly smiles of the passing girls. We trudged in with our bags and boxes and went up the stairs to find our rooms. How bare they looked! But it would take our minds from longing thoughts of home to get to work, unpack, and rearrange everything to our liking. What running of feet and shouting of greetings went on in the hall. How pleasant to hear a familiar voice and to rush from the room to delightedly welcome a friend. What joy to lounge on some- one ' s else bed in someone ' s else room and become acquainted with attractive new arrivals, to watch someone ' s else unpacking while keeping up a running conversation of summer experiences, to inquire about friends, and to recall happy times of the year before. It ' s fun, in a way, to moan together over prospects of unmanageable Training School children and the long vista of rising on winter mornings at the sound of that clanging bell. Then we gather ourselves together, ready to struggle over the selection of classes and for the making out of an innumerable amount of class tickets and program cards. And then we com- plain and hear complaining everywhere. I have a first hour