Regis College - Mount Regis Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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Change is a reciprocal, dynamic process. As a girl in Regis government once told me: “I entered Regis as a freshman, envisioning the revolutionary changes which I would make in its government. As a senior I smile at my idealism and realize that the biggest change was made in myself — an individual change, probably the most significant one that a college can make.” 13

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When I think of change on the scale of an institution such as Regis, I am properly awed by the responsibility it entails. It has not only a personal dimension, but also a community one. The girls on student government have such “changes” within their power and must perform their duties in the best interest of a student body. 12

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I’m the one 1 know the most and the least. I’m the me that gives the whole puzzling, dizzy, mixed-up blob they call Susan or Betty or Joann a sense, an identity. I’m the one who gives a meaning to the world around me, who imposes a myness on the world 1 create. Look at my dorm room. It’s funny how you can tell what a girl is like by her room. The first day back every room is alike. There are the pink ones and the blue ones and the green ones, and they’re all made out of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same. Then I unpack and it begins to look like me . . . travel posters . . . paints . . . Ted’s picture . . . my first champagne bottle . . . sonnets from the Portuguese . . . cut-out comics . . . shots of couples in love . . . nescafe instant coffee . . . grad school catalogues. It even sounds like my room . . . Glen Yarborough . . . Tom Rush . . . Simon and Garfunkle. I suppose it really looks quite cluttered, so I put up warning signs: Welcome to Bedlam . . . Bless this Mess. This is my home now and all these things must be here, too, for they are as much me as my thoughts and my feelings. 14