Plymouth State University - Conning Tower Yearbook (Plymouth, NH)

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 My First Time recollections of a freshman by Kevin Dome I still rsmsmber my first trip up 93 to Plymouth. I was going up to start my freshman year. The paper that the school sent told me to move myself in between 10 am and 3 pm. This was a» the information that my father needed. we'd better pack the car ahead of time, to be ready early in the morning. he told me. He's always been that way. Whenever there were instructions to get somewhere between one time ond another, my father always arrived no more than two minutes later than the earliest specified time I'm sure that if Plymouth wrote, move in between 4 am ond 9 pm , my dad would deliver me right on the doorstep of the dorm by 4:02 am With the car all pocked. I found myself woken up at 8:30 am; my mother telling me. Hurry up. or else you'l be late getting up there '. Slowly I readied myself. If there's one thing a freshman doesn't want anyone to know, it's that he is a freshman. I figured that only a freshman would show up. over eager at 10 am. so I took my time ond drogged my heels. I held off leaving for as long as I could. Breakfast was a cfcaster. My parents both stared at me os l entered the kitchen. (Please, please don't give me any advice!) You know dear. my mother started in. “if you don't like school, you con always drop-out and come home. It won't really be quitting. She always has that way about her As she said these words, her tone both said that she realy dKJ believe it was quitting, and that she was already sure I'd be a falure in colege. My father held off on saying anything. but watched as I picked at the cornflakes in the bowl before me. The very second the last soggy flake went past my lips, he announced. It's time to get going . I checked my room one last time. (Had I brought too much stuff? Not enough?) I heard my parents toeing from the kitchen. He's going to have to learn to travel bghter. my father was saying He'l learn once he gets to college. my mother od-ded. but you can't tel hum anything. he knows it an. (The same tone of voice) Not finding anything that I could make up on excuse to bring. I faced the inevitable truth, it was time to go to Plymouth Dad led the way to the car. I skd onto the front seat bestde him. I looked up just in time to see my mother locking the bock door (Please let her go to her cor. Don't let her come too! Only a freshman would come up to school with both school with both Mom ond Dad!) She walked up to the car and stood with her hands on her hips beside my door. (Even her look is in that tone of voice) I got out of the front and sulked into the back seat And we were off Once on the h ghwoy. things worsened Packed cars flew by us Inside were kids, travelog up to school alone or with their friends I consoled myself. (Probabaly juniors or seniors) My embarrassment grew with each passing car My mother turned off the rodo and I took notice of my parents Mom was wearing blue cheenos. (At least she's not wearmg polyeater stretch pants) Relieved that I wouldn't hove to be embarrassed by the way she looked. I caught a gtmpse of my dad. He'd been good enough to wear a normal shirt and the pair of Levi's I'd given him for Christmas, but he had on his well worn Budweiser pork pie hat. I nearly died Taking my mind off what I thought my roommate might say about the hat. I occupied myself (cont. on page 58) Unloading truckloads of stuff. Sobers (below left) help a freshman move into Blair Hall. The signing-in process (above) is the begrvning m a steady four year stream of Wing out forms A group of Sabers (below right) at Grafton Hall review the riies before the freshmen appear.