University of Louisiana Monroe - Chacahoula Yearbook (Monroe, LA)

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New buildings can be seen on almost every part of Northeast’s campus. The football stadium is only three years old. This was the largest addition to the campus in recent years. Strauss Hall is one of the more modern buildings on the bayou. John Jones © John Jones John Jones Today’s Campus 17 ° , pe B OO lil

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From the moment I drove on campus the day of registration I had my doubts about college life; maybe, it was the dazed look I saw on the faces of the just-registered freshmen who clutched class schedules and payment receipts with white knuckles. As always, the “G’s” are the last group to register and I walked lead-footed toward Brown Stadium. I had this strange urge to kick myself for missing “PREP.” Yep! I thought back on the wonderful summer; I was a newly graduated high schooler who knew everything there was to know. I figured that I, a 1980 grad, could handle the hassle of college alone. But then as I moved across the campus, I reali zed the long arm of higher education had reached out and slapped me back in the lowly position of a freshman. I took a good look at my campus map to make sure I was heading in the right direction. I knew if I didn’t, I might end up trying to register in the stadium shower room. After a few comparisons of the map with my surroundings, I saw it, Brown Gymnasium in all its glory. As I reached the building, I noticed quite a crowd filling up the lobby with the excess congregated on the front steps. I never realized there were so many “G’s Then, with a creak, the doors leading to the gymnasium court were opened and Mass Confusion Starts Semester Ron Moore people began pouring in for a mad grab at their packets. After I left the mob scene with my packet in hand, I removed the paper from my back pocket with the registration schedule on it. According to it, my next step was to visit my counselor. Only I had one slight problem—I hadn‘t picked a major so how in the world was I supposed to have a counselor? At first I thought I’d just jot down an assumed name on the counselor’s signature line and put down any course I chose to take, but I realized the administration would probably figure ; everything out by midterm. So I did the Satire only logical thing, I shut my eyes and by let my finger drop somewhere on the Bill Golliher list of majors. It fell between “Fashion Merchandising” and “Radio and Television Management”; I figured I’d better stick with the latter since I cant tell the difference between Calvin Klein jeans and K-Mart Denims. I set out for Brown Hall to sign up for my newly found major. Well it wasn’t long after that that I left Brown a little wiser in the ways of college life and clinging to what my friendly counselor referred to as a tentative schedule. If I thought Brown Gym was bad, I must have had a terrified look on my face as I walked into Ewing Coliseum. Erick Brubaker picks up his registration cards. (continued on 20) Registration 19