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

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As I waited in line in the lobby of Mary Lyons to fill out my registration papers and get my room key. I thought about my new roommate and wished that I could have gotten a private room. What would I do if my roommate had some weird habit like leaving leftover peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches under the bed. or worse yet, what would I do if she snored all night How would I ever get used to sharing a room with another person? After what seemed like hours, it was my turn to get my room key and find my room. When I got to the top of the stairs, I could hear a Quiet Riot tape being played at full volume coming from one of the rooms. I remember praying that it wasn't my room that that awful noise was coming from. Unfortunately. it was my room. I peeked in the door, and what I saw reminded me of Filene's basement during a sale. Clothes were strewn everywhere!! Two of her blouses acted as temporary curtains, and the water sprinkler resembled a clothes tine. It took me 20 minutes to find the side of the room that she said she had left bare just so you would have a place to put your things too. Once I could see beyond the clothes. I began to panic even more. Of all the people on campus that I could have roomed with. I got stuck with Miss America. Julie, my new roommate, had more makeup than Mary Kay cosmetics. If she needs all that makeup to be beautiful, what is she going to look like in the morning without it? I didn't think that things could get any worse — but, I was wrong! That night. I got ready for bed; my first day had been interesting. About three minutes later. Julie walked in with three other friends — two of them male, and proceeded to tell me that they were going to spend the night! By this time all I wanted to do was go home. I hadn't even been at college for a day yet. and I already hated it! I got out of bed. and found myself face to face with the cutest guy on campus. He introduced himself, and we started talking about college life. Julie put on a tape (Journey this time) and we started dancing. I soon forgot about how tired I was a few short moments ago, and started to have a little fun. Towards the end of the night, I realized that maybe life here at Plymouth State College wasn't so bad and maybe, just maybe, this year would be a lot of fun.

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ACTIVITIES ACTIVITIES The annual activities fair provides both old and new students with an opportunity to get together and to meet new people At the same time students meet with representatives of the various organizations and learn what they're all about Everyone who goes to the activities fair comes away feeling as if they are a part of a large family and with a desire to participate in several of the campus organizations. PLYMOUTH STATE ’85