Simmons College - Microcosm Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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The Winter of 'you-r' discontentv was yours as Sophomores. You wailed with the wind, shared your depression with the snow, the bitter weather, and with M. I. T., Harvard, Tufts, or Yale. You sent for catalogs and talked of transferring, and some of you wrote woeful letters to the News or changed your choice of School. But many of you found solace in anticipation. The Spring would come and did. Meanwhile, you enjoyed Sophomore Workshop and between-semester skiing. That Spring -the Junior Year-was full of exciting innovations. Whether you are willing to admit it or not, you began to give full realization to the goal we all had for you-you began to grow up. Your pattern of education took shape and gradually emerged from the pieces.', Your thinking became more meaningful- your personality more positive. We joined you in liking the more poised, integrated, thoughtful You. We depended on you as a Junior Welcome Committee member, as a representative of Simmons at the Washington Semester, in the Junior Year Abroad group, as a House Counselor, a leader in volunteer work, and as a member of the Deanls List-or, perhaps, of Academy! And there was your Junior Prom! Remember? Summer', came at last. The Senior Year seemed unreal. You couldn't have reached this pinnacle, this cherished goal so suddenly! And now what to plan for after college? Panic and pleasure raced through you at the same time. For some of you the third step after the pin, and the ringl' divided your interests. You balanced classes and exams with showers and weddings. To the new identity you had achieved in the Spring was added another phase, and you prepared to learn to share, and to center your interest less on self. For others, careers and graduate schools seemed near enough to reach out and touch. For many your devotion to your College and to your fellow students took precedence over many things. You gave yourselves to Student Government, you were a medieval knight or lady who ate Olde English dinner at the f'unround table-with delight, although with a strong touch of nostalgia. Soon it would all be over. You begin to plan your Class Day and your Class Gift. You were thrilled to your toes when you opened that letter with the announcement of the award of your fellowship for study at Blank University. The Day did come, you walked across the stage, shook the Presidentis hand and, small blue leather portfolio in hand, your heels tapped down the steps to the floor of Symphony Hall. Your ufour seasons at Simmons had come and gone. But out beyond those lines of faces, caps and gowns, and family groups, there was more and more to do, to learn, to meet and to possess-all better, we hope, because of the combination of you and Simmons. It seems so brief now, and somehow far away, but what you gave to Simmons and what you took from it have made both you and your College different. We wish for you a life in which that difference contributes significantly to your happiness and through you to many people everywhere. Zl........,sZ5

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It seems that many things come in compact, condensed 'geconomy-sizei' packages or editions these days-even memories! If you look back over the four years of your Simmons career, that too telescopes easily from four, four and a half, or five years of study, tension, and relaxation into one complete year-or four seasons. The Fall,' is ever the time of the Freshmen. You arrived all enthusiasm and fears, and newly-wardrobed, with aspirations which carried you on numbered clouds until mid-November. You met the Junior Welcome Committee, roommates, housemothers, advisers, professors, and then braved the President's receiving line. And you worked and worked, and hoped and hoped for the Dean's List-and for Hdatesfi

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