University of Arizona - Desert Yearbook (Tucson, AZ)

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Our first game versus Toledo was a great start to a winning season. UA rugby was a rough sport, but the men loved to play. High above the UA, this diver isn't just napping, she1 practicing hard for Competition. at Louie’s l ower Level any-more. Freshmen we claimed not £ to know were frequently our C brothers or sisters. And we had % finally declared a major and were taking upper level classes. NVe were actually learning something useful. As seniors we had finally hit the big time. We were the Big Men On Campus. As BMOC’s we readied ourselves for interviews with IBM and General £ Dynamics. The black “power suit” hung in our closet, just aching to be used and we had at v- least 15 copies of our resume n sitting in our leather portfolios. This year we really were stu dents. Hitting the boods on Saturday night was not uncommon and a tinge of regret hit us at the Homecoming game when we knew that this was the last one we would attend as a real member of the student body. Next year we would be alumni. Alumni membership was pos sibly just as rewarding as student membership. Reminiscing £ about old college days was a fre-3 quent source of amusement. Many an alum was known to £ say, “Once a Wildcat, always a £ Wildcat.” Perhaps no truer “ words were spoken So while we study our way through college life in search of the million dollar job, we should keep in mind that as Arizona Wildcats we experience something no other college student may experience. We can boast about being Wildcats, because we belong to an elitist society, one of knowledge and of pleasure. ORKING TOGETHER STUDY AND PLAY ■ 8 l-N-T-R-O-D-U-C- r-l-O-N

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COURTESY DAN HEIRES As scared little freshmen, we timidly made our way to and from classes, diligently studied (all in the wrong ways, because we hadn’t really learned how to study yet) and we worshipped the so-called “together and active people on campus. They were the ones who knew so many people and always looked like they were having fun. And of course, we put on the “Freshman 10” (excess pounds). As sophomores, we had matured a bit. Now we had a class under us. We could be semigods, because we had a circle of friends and knew at least one person in each of our classes. In sophomore-level classes, the professor frequently asked the class out for beer right before finals, provided that the class paid. And after winter finals we boasted that we were halfway to being upperclassmen. Sophomores were frequently asked about their similarity to the word sophomoric, meaning wise fool. Junior year could be defined as the “fun year. No fear of upperclassmen anymore, and no fear of resumes and interviews with big business; just fun and extensive amounts of frivolous time-wasting. As upperclassmen we were Finally being worshipped as full-fledged gods. Juniors had their own tables at Dirtbag’s and were never seen eating (con’t on page 8) Campus organizations offered many activities. The Russian Club has itY own band. ... and tbe stuffy, but rjetorious end. I.N-T-R O-D-U-C-T I O N 7 ■ BOHLKE

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