University of Massachusetts Lowell - Sojourn / Knoll Yearbook (Lowell, MA)

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N9 2 n Perfect speed is being there. - Richard Bach I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the fa- ther, but by me. - Jesus Christ The only way to have a friend is to be one. - Ralph Waldo Emerson You can't always get what you want. but if you try sometime, you just might find, you get what you need. - Rolling Stones Much is gained if we have trans- formed hysterical misery into common unhappiness - Sigmund Freud I am truly impressed and amazed by the academic prowness of Mr. Robert Lenehan. - John Louis Vi- tali Will you gather dreams, or will you gather wealth? How can you find your fortune if you cannot find yourself. - G. Lightfoot I may end up spending all my mon- ey but I'll still be alive. - J. Entwisle There is no past that we can bring back by longing for it, there is only an eternally new Now that builds and creates itself out of the ele- ment of the Past and the Past withdraws. - Goethe Here there's lots of room for doing the things you've always been de- nied. Look and gather all you want to, there's no one here to stop you trying. - J. HaywardfR. Thomas The world is full of kings and queens who will blind your eyes and steal your dreams. lt's Heaven and Hell. - Black Sabbath The secret of being tiresome is to tell everything.

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feel at home until. at night, when I could hear footsteps, faint wee footsteps in my room, barely audible against the hissing of the radiator. For a few days I loaded and emptied mousetraps until the prob- lem was solved. The mice came in by the hoards. They seemed to enjoy the vibra- tion and rattle of the radiator rocking them to sleep through the long. cold drear of winter nights. but I did not. Nor did I like them. There just wasn't any room . . . I marched through the snow to school and back as if I were performing some odd ritual which I did not understand. My fellow roomies were collecting unemploy- ment and foodstamps, wondering at my self-torture. Their apathetic logic was wearing off on me. Looking at them I saw the ease of flowing within the State and found myself at odds with this workless wonder. I felt I was loosing ground, wast- ing time. I wanted to move, to avoid the temptation to throw it all away. I decided to remain, to more or less find a middle ground where I could work at school, study at home and maintain a social life. Still I leaned toward the social aspect and took my education lying down. I almost gave up, but through some seemingly delicate precision it came to pass that my landlord had decided to rip down the rat nest, dust the domicile, purge me of my purgatory. He wanted to rest cars on the same spot, it being very favorable ground next door to his gas station, so of course, I cleared out. Recrossing the river, I found a place with a buddy of mine that had a washer and dryer downstairs, and I could not believe it, a garage. Ah, Pawtucketville. I spent two years there feeling well on my way up the renter's ladder, looking into the light of tenant heaven, But my new landlord hovered like a storm cloud in the second floor apartment. He lived up there with his father, who was nothing but an aging pest. At five in the morning, all winter long, the old man would trek through our front door and go down into the cellar to chop wood and smoke, un- derneath my bedroom. But I resigned my- self to it, learning to fall asleep between chops. Beside that, for two years I man- aged to stop him from throwing away most of my auto parts which I'd often leave here and there to clean. He was, however, persistent, and managed to sneak some choice articles into the trash. Snow tires, a drill, a transmission mount, I was happy to move when the time was right. Now that l've found the most agreeable place so far. . .I only hope that my ladder holds out. The places where I used to live are all around the corner. I can turn around to see where I 've been but for now I'd rather not.I am well fed and have learned to balance social life and school life as far as possible. Looking into the smokey. grey past it seems as if I have been like a water bug, turning in dreamy revolutions around Lowell, across the riv- er and back, spinning through town. The choices are lost. but now I know, in alittle while l'll be turning wider circles, edging my way out of town. Jim Hayes

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N9 2 rr Whip it good. - Devo What is not remembered. cannot be forgotten. - E.J. Powers That's Jake by me. - Bill Bannister There are lies ---, Damned lies ---. and Statistics. - Mark Twain One good word is worth a thou- sand pictures. - Eric Sevareid The world will bend to committed psyche. Zeus, who guided men to think, has laid it down that wis- dom comes alone through Suffer- ing. - Aeschylus Those who forget the.past are doomed to repeat it. Hold fast to dreams. For if dreams die. life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly. - Langston Huges The layman asks Why? The poet asks Why not? The CH major asks Why me? - A Petrified CH Major I never let my schooling interfere with my education. - Mark Twain The mass of men live their lives in quiet desparation. - Henry David Thoreau The wheel in the sky keeps on turning. l don't know where l'll be tomorrow. - Journey Living on reds, vitiamin C, and co- caine, and all my friends can say is ain't it a shame. - DJT If he can't speak English. what the hell is he doing here? - M. Craig My interest is in the future be- cause l'm going to spend the rest of my life there. - Charles F. Ket- tering Happiness adds and multiplies as we divide it with others. - Forbes Madzongwe 19