Pembroke State University - Indianhead Yearbook (Pembroke, NC)

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ir riiii 1984 Finding time away trom tlieir aca- demic endeavors, sophomore Estreal Handy and treshmen Gail McNeill and Donna Hunt watch their iavorite soap. College students find watching soaps a Basic stooping exercise is helpful m the packing of suitcases. During the fall se- mester 656 students lived m the dorms. Tonya Lynam.here preparing lor a week- end at home, lived in Belk Hall, Kdoririd Nuorhe Buir ' 1 The spacious 108-acre campus al- lows students plenty of room for walkmg. Sharon McHale and Jackie Taylor do not appear to be in a big hurry. They obvious- ly are not trying to make it from the Sci- ence Building to Classroom North Build- ing in the 10 minutes allotted between ' ■lasses on Monday. Wednesday, and Fri- day.

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Tdianhead Magazj le hroduction. When I think of PSU. I think of lime — because it is cool. Junior Sandra Warnax Having a wamn, friendly atmosphere at PSU is en- hancing. Pohticai science proiessor Gibson Gray speaks with cadet Kellon Wheels as CMA professor Ray Run- dus approaches them The 198 4 INDIAN- HEAD is composed of a se- ries of 5 bound MAGA- ZINES whicfi, taken togeth- er, depict the various phases of campus life. It is hoped that the reader will enjoy thumbing through these MAGAZINES. With a total enrollment of 2,122 students for the fall of 1983, PSU was a cluster of people with a wide variety of background experiences and interests. Even though more than 60% of the stu- Kddnnd Nuortie Utilizing every spare moment at PSU is necessary (or the busy student Freshman Jeannie Kim enjoys a moment ol sunshine

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Car washes abound as various campus organizations seek to raise funds for their activities. Phi Beta Sigma held this car wash at First Union National in Pembroke. School spirit spills over, especially at meet- ings oi the Braves Club- Dr. Ellen Bryan and Dr. Edwin Crain enjoy the luncheon which was served on Media Day, Oct. 1 1 , 1983, in the Jones Physical Education building