Northeastern University - Cauldron Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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% o ' TwT L J nn f ftfWl 1 { i «L i $HI H B 1 8 IBigp The professors always liad time for you, all you had to do was ask them. This was the contact, the intimacy between faculty and students that made the difference, that made you realize you were somebody. You began to realize you were learning. Some stayed late, their paths criss-cross- ing with those of the night students. The lighted classrooms shining like beacons in the night. Other lights went up on the Masque stage to prepare for a new show, and two coeds could sit on the edge of the lawn talking. This was Northeastern too, this was what she looked like as you walked by. 17

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Sometimes you could look out your window and the sky was in- credibly clear, the clouds pausing sometimes above the buildings. And then there were al- ways convocations, and the rush to get back to the campus afterwards. Once in a while you had to admit, the speakers weren ' t that bad. You got something out of it, anyway. And ROTC was there too, and those Mi ' s, and you had to ke ep them clean because of your CO. Then, quite suddenly, you were up in front of the men, leading them, and, yes, telling them to get their rifles cleaned. Quite a turnabout. You were learning.