Tulane University - Jambalaya Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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A Dai; in the Life — A Fact-Filled Fantasy The Halloween Masquerade Ball in the Kendall Cram Room attracts various species. Here, four fresh reptiles take a break and pose for our photographer. Since its renovation last year, the University Center cafe- teria, the Marketplace, has become a popular meeting place for lunch and conversation. Life at Tulane is certainly wrought with many spills and chills. The initial shock of the alarm clock begins a day filled with obstacles. The first challenge is to stomach breakfast at the infamous Bruff Commons. Bruff is ex- tremely scary. The smell is scary. The food is scary. Morning people are scary. If successful in conquering Bruff, it is on to class. Class is not so scary, it ' s just dull. I walk all the way across campus up to the fourth floor of Newcomb Hall and take notes I won ' t un- derstand later. Class does have its redeeming qualities, though. Luckily, I have English 101 with a cute Sigma Nu pledge. However, this also has drawbacks. Fate always seems to give me a hangover during that class, so I ' d rather skip than risk being seen looking like death on a Saltine cracker. After a couple of classes, it ' s time to re-fuel at Bruff. I hold my meal card face down so no one I know sees my picture. I look like I am suffering heroin withdrawal. My only consola- tion is that everyone else looks just as bad. Yum yum . . . look here. It ' s sloopy joes for lunch. Beef and pork combo with a peas and carrots mixture on the side. This is an abso- lute nightmare. I can ' t eat this so I go to check my mail. When 1 get to my mailbox it is, of course, empty. I didn ' t even get a copy of the pink flyer that is in everyone else ' s box. It ' s time for a cigarette. So I cruise to Bruff Stuff and try to charge one pack. Realizing that I have to buy $3.50 more of groceries, I find myself buying six cans of raviolis and a six pack of 14 Student Life

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M. Freld hat needs to be said about student life? When coming to Tulane what did you expect; ' The French Quarter, Bourbon Street, fraternity parties, drink- ing until dawn? Oh yes, there is all that and more! We have one of the most diverse student bo- dies of any campus — all types and all styles, each student with a different idea, different opin- ion, and different value. What more could you ask for? To be exposed to so many distinct ways of life, to be able to choose and decide your own views, to be able to agree, dis- agree or sit idly by and ponder the entire experience — this is Tulane, and what could be better than this? Douglass Benning demonstrates the perfect ending to the perfect weekend. STUDENT LIFE

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New Orleans sunshine makes strolls between classes more enjoyable. Freshman Peter Haydock enjoys studying in the shade of Gibson quad. fries, we start the long tr ek home, wishing we had cars or at least friends with cars. Once back in the dorm room, sometime close to sunrise, my roommate and I fall into bed, not even bothering to take off our shoes. Before passing out, I ponder about how I ' ll clean up the waste products in my microwave before my RA finds out or my parents come down. Ah . . . another day in the life of a student . . . — Leslie Hodge, Alexa Catling TGIF brings good music and high spirits to the UC quad as students and visitors prepare for the weekend. Budweiser. I walk back to the dorm room and find the door locked and an odd smell is emanating from the inside. I knock cind all I hear is a few stifled snickers. The door flies open and I find my already intoxicated roommate and a few friends sticking crayons, plastic cups and anything else they can get their hands on into my illegal microwave. I drag them away from the microwave and we all get ready for a freshman fieldtrip to Pat O ' s. After 45 minutes on the good old streetcar and another half an hour in line at Pat O ' Brien ' s we finally head for the Hurricanes. A few Hurricanes later we find ourselves try- ing to out-yell a bunch of obnoxious LSU fans in the piano bar. We finally decide that we ' ve had enough so we stumble back on to the street car and doze until we hit Fat ' s. After making the social rounds and stuffing our faces with Fat ' s famous mozarella cheese Student Life 15