Rochester Institute of Technology - Techmila / Ramikin Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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single musician played soft rock, folk songs and blues on an acoustical guitar. The mood was relaxed and mellow; some people clapped in time to the music, others lay on the floor staring at the ceiling, while others talked softly. We sat by a muscular freshman with a bandaged right hand. Holding up his hand, he said I waited in line at registration for two hours. When I made it to the head of the line they told me I was in the wrong line ' he said, his voice rising a bit. So after lunch I went and waited in a third line for about two and a half hours. Then, after I waited in lines for about six hours 1 finally registered for classes and it took a total of about three minutes. When 1 got back to the dorms I was so angry I tried to punch down a concrete wall, he said grinning. It was pretty stupid of me, he said but the first time you get to a place like this with all these strange people it makes you kinda crazy ' —RUSS HARRIS PfPOPTER 7

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REPORTER Most parents were as nervous as their sons and daughters: They either walked very close together, saying nothing and watching everything in- tently, or they got into arguments, agreeing with each other vehemently. We heard a husband say to his wife in a loud accusing voice, Why didn't we pack that old bar refrigerator in the back of the van, That was really stupid! We could have fit it right in there ' the husband said pointing to a very small area in the back of their van which was not filled with trunks and suitcases. His wife turned to him with her hands on her hips and fire in her eyes saying Yeah, that was really stupid of us! Now he's going to have to rent a refrigerator and we've got a perfectly good one sitting at home. As we continued through the parking lot, we heard them angrily agreeing with each other. After the cars were unloaded and the freshmen had a chance to savor their first meal at Grade's we walked back to the dorms. A convivial group of freshmen offered us beer as they sat playing pinochle in the lounge. Except for a lack of intimacy, they acted and sounded as if they were veterans of at least one winter in the dorms. They joked and cursed each other, and complained about the crowded rooms and the inefficient unloading of the cars. One pinochle player who had waited three hours to unload his car predicted, if these people handle everything so inefficiently, we're in trouble.” The evening after registration we decided to see how the freshmen were enjoying a production which had been billed as, a fun-filled day of fun events. These events included a showing of Fellini's Amarcord,” a dance band with a cash bar,, and folk singer. On the crowded dance floor in the Union cafeteria, we saw three guys dancing with a single girl who was try- ing to teach them the buss top; they weren't much good at it, but they didn't seem to care because they were having such a fine time. The mood on the dance floor was lighthearted and friendly, but the farther from the dance floor one ventured, the more people were on the make, trying to pick someone up, make a score. The bar was on the opposite side of the Union from the dance floor; we fought our way over to the long, crow- ded line leading to the bar. An angry young damsel asked if she could stand in line with us. She explained that she had gotten about half way through the line once when some great big guy came up behind me and started rubb- ing against me. At first I thought he was being pushed up against me or something. But when he started rubb- ing me that fourth time, I decided it wasn't an accident. What animals! Later, a different freshman girl was explaining I like this place all right, but I don't think my roommates like me too much because I didn't get back to the room 'til about three o'clock last night. I was pretty drunk I guess and I think I woke 'em up. On the other side of the Union a

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ENVIRONMENT On a sunny day last October Andre LaRoche set out to describe some of the overwhelming effects of RIT's architectural environment. His impressions are carried on the following pages. 8