Pepperdine University - Promenade Yearbook (Malibu, CA)

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I. All year long, students watched the new upperclass housing complexes grow from skeletons to real buildings. 2. Surfer dudes stand in the sun outside their dorm. 3. Evidence of No-Alcohol-On-Campus rule breaking is seen on Monday mornings in the parking lot. 4. Dorms ore good places to make good friends. 5. Puss in Boots Sly Daniel, a temporary resident In a women's dormitory, plays among his mistress' shoes. 6. Ray Campos and pals bask in the sun and visit. I j u Tk rm ufie.

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Hardcore procrastinators consume UJc Q Family and friends always ask, How do you even get any homework done? I'm sure with the beach right there and the beautiful campus you live on. the grades must be hurting. The response most likely given is: Oh. I get by. Of course everyone gets by in college sometime or another, but it’s the methods used, reasons behind and frequency of the phase that bring concern. Some of us seem to contract a habitual disease. It's called procrastination—and it's prevalent. According to senior psychology major Vida Brown, the only difference between under and upperclassmen when putting it off is seniors know when to procrastinate and freshmen just put it all off. Some catch the disease as early as junior high and can't seem to shake it until long after their college years, if then. The reality of working a full time job turns out to be the testing ground. The symptoms are very simple. One just doesn't do his work until the absolute last minute. (And the term is used in the strictest sense.) Norman Alexander, a junior religion major, explains it as trying to find something to motivate you. Alexander's theory is that students cram to instill fear. Fear motivates. he concludes. Apparently with these symptoms are side effects. It begins with the large cola at lunch (to help you get through the day.) By the time dinner rolls around, you resort to coffee, seeing it's going to be a long night. More hardcore procrastinators consume NoDoz like M M's. And speaking of food, midnights were made for Tommie's Burgers No. 5. (McDonald’s closes by 10 p.m., and besides, the ride to Santa Monica kills at least half an hour, excluding eating time.) In more serious cases, the cause may be depression— Lonely faces.” Big Don” Williams called it one morning at voluntary chapel. It's as if there’s a sudden realization that college work is difficult. Instead of seeking help from a professor or more experienced friend, though, the student allows himself to become more and more behind in his work. The further behind he is. the more he avoids even opening a book. And many feel they are the only ones ill with the disease. Loneliness and fear compound the pain. But groups have it. too. Often, when professors assign group projects, the outcome is mass panic. according to Denise Campbell, a senior public relations major. It's now an issue of finding a common time to get the group together so that they can procrastinate together! Usually, the group is given three weeks to complete the project, so why begin during the first week? Depending on your group size. Campbell said, “someone becomes the dictator. And that's when things get nasty. Campbell admitted. There are those who thrive on the illness and even claim it proudly. Senior Camille Belcher, who recommends cramming to anyone. justified it by saying. I memorize better under pressure. The bottom line is that surviving a phase of procrastination depends on the person. There's no vaccine to prevent an outbreak. The question remains then, is there a cure? Getting by can be nerve-wracking, week after week. For minor cases, the cure seems to be more painful than the cause: self-discipline. It's not an easy pill to swallow! —by Les Henderson PrvcraMxyj uw. V5

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I Those little boxes hold so many G CpOg nuggted against the Malibu mountains and overlooking the ocean. Pepper- dine looks at first glance like some glorious Elysium. But this school, in appearance a wild, partying resort, is in reality a conservative campsite, with higher moral standards than most and regulations that are enforced. Living in the dorms was generally enjoyable, something most students wished to do at least the first couple years. Most agreed it adds to the overall college experience. When asked what bothered them most about on-campus living, though, most students stated flatly. Too many rules. Admittedly, there are ... just a few. Some restrictions most frequently mentioned in a growl are: no drinking, no visitors of the opposite sex (except under controlled conditions), weekly roomcheck and no pets. A good percentage of students continued to resent the fact that they couldn't drink, regardless of age. I hardly consider it an alcoholic lifestyle to have Kahlua in my coffee.” declared one. But. aside from the upkeep of campus morals,, there were advantages to the prohibition. Some transfer students from more liberal schools testified that it’s no fun having a roommate come stumbling in at three in the morning, getting sick over everything Roomcheck was good for those who otherwise wouldn't make their beds all year. But woe to he who had already failed twice, hadn't the $15 penalty fee and. say room-check was at 6 p.m., hadn't cleaned up by 5:55 because he was studying for a Fine Arts exam. Should he reassess his priorities? Reasoning behind the no pets rule was more sound. Small rodents can escape from their cages and be a real nuisance. Larger animals make a mess of the lawns. Some students still snuck a pet in their rooms— until caught by the R.A.. Another and perhaps biggest gripe concerned visitation. It's a real bummer when my boyfriend comes to visit, having to go through the most elaborate procedures just so he can sit in my room, only to have him forced to leave at 11 p.m.. sighed a resident. Even worse was being stuck in the lobby, where people ran in and out or across the catwalk with the frequency of waves rolling onto the beach. It was a nuisance, too. when a platonic friend of the opposite sex came to study. Where was a quiet spot to go? There were plusses to segregation: at what other college could girls run around with rollers in their hair and mudpacks on their faces? Where else could guys belch or make crude remarks, knowing that no girls were around to get grossed out? Still, privacy lack existed even within the suite. The paper-thin walls were not conducive to confidential conversations. Once, two friends were talking and the girl from the room next door wanted to be in on the conversation. When banging on the door and pleading went unheeded, she sprinkled baby powder outside the door and blew it in with her hair dryer. She got inside, but it was some time before the distinct chill in the air dissipated. However, some of the same things that made constant companionship irritating also made for a warm experience. Having so many other people around meant we were rarely lonely. The dorm seemed at limes like a huge, unbalanced family (few regular families have no parents and 50 men or women), with a feeling of camaraderie tfiat comes only to those who know each other well. Living at Pepperdinc had its ups and downs. Students might be mixed in their feelings, but on one thing they were unanimous, how many other campuses are so picturesque and so incredibly close to the ocean? Whatever the rules or tribulations of everyday coping, we had to concede that this campus is a beautiful place to live. —by Undo Nimchuk 'Derm Uft 11