Queens University - Tricolour Yearbook (Kingston, Ontario Canada)

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r Do you remember the day you first arrived at Queen's? What were your thoughts and feelings on that day? Fear, anticipation, expectancy, nervousness, exhilaration, nonchalance - or all of these plus a thousand more? Frosh week is an experience like none other and each year it is slightly unique. Those in fourth year will remember street parties every night and wineskins at football games. There have been Mardi Gras, togas, booze cruises, early morning rises, frosh-prof dinners and more . . . all of which seem to make the week last a lifetime. Charity day is now a highly organized and well planned event as each year tries to smash the records set by the year before. Res brings back a barrage of varying memories: Vic Hall always running out of hot water in the mornings, lining up for dinner at 4:30. floor parties, brother and sister floors, open windows in the middle of the winter and the token plant to make it look like home. We papered doors and rooms, tubbed our best friends and our enemies, fought stereo wars, stole whatever we could from Ban Righ and Leonard, partook in shaving cream, water and food fights . . . and some of us paid for it. There are even some serious traditions connected with res such as Candlelighting - this year Maureen McTeer was guest speaker. V.

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f How many liquid lunches and Friday afternoons were en- joyed at the Pub (born 1976 and christened The Underground . . . changed to Allies in the name of school spirit)? Now the orange and chrome have been replaced with a 'new and improved' look. We've also seen the progression of the McLaughlin Room to the Quiet Pub . . . now in the Michener Room. We've even spent some time in classes, with our share of good and bad profs. We've cultured our memory cells with many phenomena: the treacherousness lurking in dented cans, Canadian literature and American foreign policy. Clen- chamatics. Thermodynamics still baffles me. There have been the classes we've slept through (especially those 8:30's) but there have been just as many that have been too short. We've lined up to get seats in Bracken or pulled all-nighters in the smoke-filled MacCorry reading room (although sup- posedly there is no longer any smoking allowed). Those nights were punctured by too frequent visits to the coffee machines and the washroom - if only to read the graffitti on the walls. We bought golf, hockey and rugger shirts to declare our loyalties. We bickered amongst faculties in an attempt to proclaim supremacy. We argued about tuition fees: cutbacks; community relations; the roles of Rectorus Queenus. Dean of Women and AMS court: campus security and vandalism and such wordly issues as social responsibility and Noranda. Some of us were even actively involved in politics - both student and otherwise. We vote them in (or at least some do) and then condemn them. Most of us still have trouble finding the AMS offices. y 5 V