University of Montana Western - Chinook Yearbook (Dillon, MT)

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 Now that we have tin new student ready to begin work, let us pass quickly over her first pangs of homesickness when her roommate gets five letters and she gets not even a one. her first breaking of one of the rules and the lecture from the dean which naturally follows, her wailings over the fact that ‘'regular hours and lots of fudge” are causing her to take on flesh, and go on to her first final exams, at the end of the quarter. Pa x «• Tweni.v-Tlirw

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 Now for the new student. Sin is usually alone, and she glances around timidly and rather expectantly as she steps to the platform, as if daring to hope that some one might be there to meet her. Finally she finds some other poor frightened new student who is also desirous of getting up to the college but doesn’t know just exactly how to go about it. They nearly embrace each other as each discovers a fellow-sufferer. Together they grow suddenly brave enough to ask a bystander the way to the Normal, and are soon on their way to the final destination. The brakeman shouts “ ’Board!” and remarks casually to the conductor as the train begins to move. “Well, we’re rid of that mob till Christmas!” The next difficulty that the new student meets is the mystery of registration. She goes to the college and learns that she is to register in room 18. Since she hasn’t the slightest notion in the world as to where room 18 is. she wanders about in a maze of halls until she finds herself in the janitor’s store room. She is eventually rescued by a kind Senior, who is watching all the corners and ante-rooms for the hopelesslv-lost Juniors whom sad experience has taught her to look for there. The new Junior is taken to room 18. and there she Is presented with a dozen or so slips and cards, a catalog, and a program of the quarter’s work. She finds a seat, and, sitting down and spreading all her papers and cards before her. she strives vainly for some thirty minutes to find some solution to what is to her a variable Chinese puzzle. At last the instructor aids her in filling out the sheaf of cards after vain struggles on her part in trying to decide just what year she was horn in, what nationality her father is. whether her mother ever had chicken pox or not, and on what day of the month she herself entered high school. Page Twenty-Two '■XX'

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Cfjinoofe, '21‘ ooooooooooooooo o woo And here we must take leave of the new student. We have seen her safely through all of her trials and tribulations; she has been initiated into the art of cramming for exams, and now she is an old student, ready to hold up her head with the rest of them and tell in an off-lmud way about “When I first came to Normal.” T. P. It is examination day. and groups of Juniors go down the hall on their way to that, most dreaded ordeal, the final. Here are some of the comments that float back as they pass: “Say—do you s’pose she’ll ask that?” “No, T don’t believe so. But listen. How do you work that 13th problem on page 156? She’s sure to give us one like that, and I know I can’t do it.” “What did you say the date of that war was? Yes. she’s pretty strong on dates. But I haven’t any idea what else she’ll ask.” “No, he doesn’t usually flunk many, they say; he just scares you awful.” And then later you see them all coming back, looking rather relieved but somewhat disheveled, and you hear more comments. “Say, what did you put for that third question? I didn’t have any idea what he meant.” “Wasn’t it awful? I know 1 couldn’t have passed—possibly.” “Oh. well, they say no one ever gets through here without flunking two or three times.” “It was pretty fair, but I didn’t know much about it.” I’jirc Twenty-Four