Tufts University - Jumbo Yearbook (Medford, MA)

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Student Life 21

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9J ■Q 5 O To Have Or Have Not You know, after having lived in a place for three years, you kind of get used to the way things operate. It’s called the “old dog syndrome.” So here we are at Tufts - Sal’s Market is a rip- off, Jay’s service is slower than molas¬ ses in winter, and tuna fish is a neces¬ sary part of the luncheon diet. The years tick by, and one begins to accept, even enjoy Tufts lifestyle. Then sudden¬ ly, as we move into the final stretch, the rug gets pulled out from under us. Our bids at becoming rennaisance people have been severely hampered. Where the hell did the record guy on the li¬ brary roof go? To go out into the world with a vastly understocked record collection is as heinous a circumstance as wearing your underwear inside-out or gulping down about one hundred goldfish. It smacks of improper human development. Such a faux pas as this will undoubtedly lead us to exclude the oh-so-important wine rack from our future abodes. As part of the yuppie generation, it is fearful to think that we may venture into the vast unknown without completing our Frank Sinatra, Motown, and Monkees collec¬ i tions. Will we again succumb to the fate of raiding our roommates’ albums? Maxell will probably put us on commis¬ sion. Come to think of it - what else is college for? One thing that we would most likely be happy to see disappear is the state of Tufts roads. The “natural speed barri¬ er” excuse just does not explain their abominable conditions. Wouldn’t it be terrific if the benefits of our state-of- the-art Buildings and Grounds equip¬ ment were to trickle down to the unsus¬ pecting student? Perhaps they would rather we presented them with the bills for aligning our cars. Now there’s an idea, eh Jean? What’s going on with The Jumbo? Is that place trying to get back into the good graces of some human beings again? Speaking of jazzing up an im¬ age, Tufts seems to be in the mood to advertise itself in Powderhouse Circle. The sign they put there isn’t half bad looking - actually it is quite nice. Doubtful, however, if sign aesthetics scores high on any of our “Hit Pa¬ rades.” After all these years of being an anonymous school, you have to wonder if they bought this billboard wholesale. Understandably, not all desires in a students life can be met through cam¬ pus related activites. Yet to be honest, many are. What does it take for us to finally realize that we at Tufts are truly lucky to belong to an institution that despite its size, offers so much. Think about it, but remember, “the spirit of Massachusetts is the spirit of Ameri¬ ca.” Try to fight back the tears. by Jordan Handler 20 Student Life

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■X3 £ S I © © Dorm Living We’ve all come a long way since that fateful inaugural year that had us living in dorms. What do we re¬ member? Bathroom-like tiles lining the hallways, small doubles, cold showers, and roommate problems. But those were also the days of snowball fights on the Quad, K.A.O.S. and secret Santa. And dorm government - how does that look on the resume now? There was a gradual improve¬ ment in housing situations as the years went on. Sophomore year brought with it at least the choice of room and roommate. Sometimes it wasn’t all that grand, especially when the only choices left were a room in Hodgdon or in the depths of Carmichael. Junior and Senior years moved us into singles or into co-ops, if not off campus altogether. While the memories of banging pipes, thin walls, and screaming hallmates at 3 a.m. left us begging for solitude, there were also good times in the dorms. How else could you go to a dance with that girl of your dreams if not by your room¬ mate’s audacity of inviting her to a Screw-Your-Roommate party? The convenience of having the majority of your friends in the same building was not to be underestimated, espe¬ cially in the very chilly months of the New England winter. Late- night television in the lounge and ping pong tournaments brought people from all corners of the dorm together. Of course, pinball was the everpopular procrastination tool of uphill residents and the machines were in use night and day. If any of us missed the “cookies and milk before bed” routine of our childhood, dorm snacks came along to reassure us that we really were not growing up too fast. Doughnuts, bagels, ice cream, and pizza were offered, if we were lucky. If not, it was Scooter Pies by the boxload. The glories of dorm life are things will we keep with us forever - along with all the dorm t-shirts from every year. Some of the best college expe¬ riences probably were during our days in the dormitories. Dorm bar- beques, floor parties, Secret Valen¬ tine, intramural sports, and dorm gossip got us through. R.D.s and R.A.s were always there to hear a problem, and Building and Grounds always kept us well supplied with- toilet paper, even after moving off campus. by Mark Lowenstein 22 Student Life