Muhlenberg College - Ciarla Yearbook (Allentown, PA)

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The College Life 1 Chapter 1 The College Life

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VI Ciarla football team. That’s good. But no pets, right? Right. I never saw so many Podiums and Postulates in one week of high school. I think I’ll go to the library tonight. Hey, I went to the libes last night. Did you say my throat? The registrar’s office on First Floor Ettinger. Thanks. Mr. Dedekind, this course they call ‘birds’ isn’t for me. Did you know the lab was at 7 o’clock in the morning? It didn’t say that in the catalogue. Someone told me that Probability and Statistics is a good course . . . Football games are like frat parties in the afternoon. There are some pretty Good Sports here. Too bad soccer and field hockey don’t get the same support. The basketball team plays in the Christmas tournament this year. Good luck, guys. I’ll be home for the holidays. The longer I’m here, the more I realize that the college life goes far Beyond the Books. Our choir sounded magnificent at the Candlelight Service. For weeks my roommate went to “Anything Goes” practice every night. The intramural teams have games twice a week and the campus is overrun with student council campaign posters. When do they all study? I don’t know if I came to Muhlenberg expecting it to be perfect, but These Times seem to be troubled. We almost had a unionized college faculty, which means higher tuitions. We’ll have higher tuitions no matter what. The honor code was too good to be true, and Connie Kunda’s back. There are some very un-traditional issues stirring at the heart of this traditional college. It reminds me of “Victor’s Lament” trespassing on General Pete’s lawn. If I wrote down all the things that went on under the old general’s nose this year, it would make an interesting book. Imagine, “An Informal History Of Muhlenberg College, 1978-79” . . .

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2 Ciarla Wild and crazy guys cavort on the Hen House roof. Below Left: Cindy Scarpa on her first day of school. Below Right: “ Where do we go from here?” ask freshmen. Advisors Donna Miller and Joy Fry try to answer these questions. Moving in is double trouble for Mr. Wirth. Judy’s twin sister Janet is still back at the car. Right: John Spagnola holds up the wall for Nancy Springett. that Muhlenberg campus was without electricity for the students’ first overnight stay in the dorms. By can- dlelight, resident advisors assured freshmen that blackouts are not routine problems. Monday’s classes came fast, introducing the initial two weeks of light studying and heavy partying, the first few Saturday nights of the semester producing record highs in fraternity atten- dance. Although classes started in August, the notion of summer vacation was quick- ly forgotten. Shoes became necessary, bathing suits were sent home, and the first bout with mid-terms for the semester approached as the tans slowly faded. — Helen Boren ilies, and then choosing the best of identical beds, dress- ers, and desks. Once settled, typical freshmen cautiously eyed the belongings of their roommates, using clues like the number of Jackson 5 al- bums, stuffed animals, sports equipment, thesau- ruses, Gucci accessories, or Macho cologne to stereo- type the lifestyles with which they would have to live. While the freshmen got acquainted in advising group parties and meetings, the upperclassmen resorted to water fights, hall meet- ings, and panty raids, pick- ing up where they left off last spring. Traditionally, a square dance is scheduled on that first Friday night. This year, the Allentown fair drained so much power BEWARE: While trudging up the stairs, loaded down with suitcases, food, stereos, and other necessities, the last thing on an incoming fresh- man’s or upperclassman’s mind was academics. Com- ing back to Muhlenberg in September, oh, rather Au- gust, meant searching for familiar faces, remembering names, checking mailboxes for su mmer mail, or discov- ering faces and mailboxes for the first time. For a freshman, moving in included meeting new roommates and their fam- FIRST STEP IS A DOOZY