Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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All Of these — places, activities, people — are The Good Life. They are the sunshine on a cloudy afternoon; they are the music in a silent dorm; they are the laughter which suddenly dries a teary eye; they are you — the Peace Family. And this Peace family has taken us through two unforgettable years. And though these springtime years of our lives often seem as fragile and as transient as The dandelion, they will create memories that will be as enduring as Main dorm. •r-v - ' ■■

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mmmmmmmmn THE GOOD LIFE Walking up to Main ' s historic white columns that very first day, each of us felt an excitement that overflowed ail our senses. It was an exhilerating feeling that made us want to shout, Hey, I ' m home! We soon became aware of that world of activity ail around us that created Peace ' s Good Life: going to Zack ' s on Thursdays, watching Dynasty on Wednesdays, going to Frat Row and all the football games. And waking up on Wednesday knowing it was Chapel day was always a thrill. And do not forget studying for Thomas ' religion or Biackweii ' s biology tests. But most important of all are the friends we ' ve made who have helped us share both good and bad times. i4i 1 i ♦ • - Br Oi = a . llllHI|i|J|f|fipil?JM.Uail9f)lfWIU

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mmmmmmm Mix and Mingle As the words Pull! Pull! Pull! ring through the hollows and dark crevices of Peace ' s campus, we can remember those days of competition on the back lawn. Those were days when the Sophomores and the Freshmen would gather their troops and head for battle. In most cases, the Freshmen were victorious. Those were the days when food or dates weren ' t the topics of conversation. They were times when being with our friends, enjoying the fresh air and the cool breeze, was enough. They are times to reflect back upon and remember Dr. Frazier chomping into an oversized hamburger, with us slyly watching the succulent juices run down his chin. Or how about those ten girls covered with jello? Or the balloon toss? These are the memories of events which turned that professor, other staff member, or even a student leader into another one of the gang we could talk to. Those marvelous, silly, spontaneous picnics have molded the two classes into one, have united the faculty with the students, and have helped us to feel like a big family.