Rosary College - Yearbook (River Forest, IL)

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FRESHMAN YEAR Looking back over the Golden Years, one day probably stands out more clearly rhan any other— the day we entered Rosary as freshmen. Not much of the first few weeks is very clear. To all of us these hallowed halls were nothing but hollow halls and winding corridors that led around in circles. For the residents, it was the first time we had ever really been away from home, and for all of us there was the horrible realization that we were once again only freshmen, no longer looked up to as seniors, but rather at the bottom of the ladder again. Along with the confusion of meeting new people, getting schedules arranged, and just being freshmen, we had to meet another crisis— our first mixer (a tea dance, re- member?). We met all types of boys, from the doctor of philosophy to the boy who, when asked if he wanted to see the grotto, wondered if it were a new night club. After the confusion of the first few months we came face to face with Founder's Day and Father Matthew Kelly, whom we later found to be none other than Father Samuel Mazzuchelli, O.P. For a few months all was quiet until the beautiful yuletide season came. It was our very first Christmas Party with the famous black-and-white quartet singing My Blue Heaven. Then, shortly after we returned from our first big vacation, we entered into the nightmare called semester exams. By the time that we entered our second semester we were old hands at this bus- iness of being college students. The daily routine of classes, study, and play was not interrupted by any unusual event until College Day with its fun and games. Shortly after this, exams came around again, and the year officially drew to a close. We were no longer the underdogs ; we had gone through our trial year and we were well on our way to being upper-classmen.