University of Rhode Island - Renaissance / Grist Yearbook (Kingston, RI)

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OVERCROWDING LIMITS NEW MAJORS BLACKS MAINTAIN BOYCOTT, CONTINUE WORK FOR DEMANDS OPENS OTHERS FOLLOW FEW ATTEND EARTH WEEK CRITICAL: COURSES SHUT URI LIBRARY LEAST STOCKED OF 6 COLLEGES SORORITY CONVOCATION GYNECOLOGIST JOINS STAFF ATTRACTS 300 FRESHMEN ROTC REFERENDUM OKAY 24-HR PARIETALS VANDALISM HIGH IN PANTY RAID ADMINISTRATION WANTS ARMED CAMPUS POLICE POLICE CALLED, STUDENTS REMOVED 29

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DINING HALLS NEAR CAPACITY JUNE 1971 So I just completed my sophomore year at URL and it feels like I’ve been here for ages ' . Not that I don’t like it here or anything. The school’s just become a real part of my life that can hardly think that I’ve lived anywhere else. I went through alot of heavy periods this year and find myself changing alot. People keep on saying (remember Psych 103) “find yourself’ or gel your head together . Funny thing is that I thought I had my shit together in high school, and the more I’m living and experiencing this year, the more 1 realize what a long way l had to go. I go to my classes everyday, mechanically. Eng lish at 10. Philosophy at 1 1, lunch at 12 in Roger Williams, fool around till 2, and up the ‘ elephant walk’ for some more bullshit. Every night its either sneaking into the Pub or getting stoned or studying if I have to. This is, I often wonder, am I learning anything ? Ya know, you can screw my 18 credits worth of totally irrelevant classes. What I’m learning at URI is far more heavier than biology or Math. I’m really learning about myself, getting into other people’s heads and having them get into mine. So often I’m sunk under a sea of depress- ive irrelevancies, but I’ve learned to cope with them. I guess. I’ll never forget this spring. Although it was far less heavy than last year’s spring (the Strike, and look three courses pass fail, ending up with a 3.5) it was still pretty impressive. I tend to think that Nixon pulls all these dramatic moves just when the weather gets warm enough to protest about them. Or maybe its just that the kids at college find it more convenient to protest about something when spring comes and finals are in the air. Anyhow, He did have something quite legit to protest about. And the quad rallies and Eduard’s Auditorium faculty meetings really got somewhat of a community spirit going on campus. Wow, all those kids that set up tents on the quad! One evening that will always remain a vivid memory was when the Black students took over the Administration building and hundreds of kids sat outside. The State Police were called in to remove the kids from the building. But instead of just peacefully walking straight into the building, they stampeded all of us outside, squirting out mase and hitting many of us with Billy Clubs! Sixteen kids had to go to the Infirmary for head wounds. The next day there was a big rally on the quad. Even TV cameras were there filming us. We seemed to be more pissed and agravated about the police incident than the Vietnam War. Anyway it was a very heavy scene that day on the quad. May Day came and went, a strike on UR! classes was voted illegal, and everyone’s finals had to be taken. So I outgrew my freshmen cirle of friends and found some really hip people to hang with. Got into a lot of good dope (its become a way of life for me) and many intense relationships. I’ve slept with a few people and realize that sex can be a pretty heavy thing. And I’m through with dorm life. Next year its down the line in Bonnet Shores! DROP-IN DRUG CENTER BEACON NEWS EDITORS RESIGN; CROWDING PARENTS MUST FAC. SENATE APPROVES COLLEGE OBUDSMAN STATE

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REGENTS TABLE GREEK GRANT H fa M p 0 Q Z P 0 fa fa : M fa H O H 0 fa 0 H 25 M fa 0 fa fa fa 0 o fa H fa 1 fa fa cn Q fa P 0 £ H fa 0 fa fa fa Ul og SHERWIN HEADS GRIST CREW, CONFRONTS SEA OF TROUBLE IFC JUD BOARD CENSURES PHI MU FOR HOUSE DAMAGE JUNE 1972 The end is approaching for many of my friends. Jesus, it ’s so weird to think that so many of the friends who studied with me, turned me on, helped me get my head sorted out . . . they’re alt leaving. Just like that—OUTA here. Off into the real world, into real jobs, getting families together, making money to pay for food, rent, taxes . . . And next year at this very moment. I too, will be OUTA here. Out of this place I’ve called home for the greatest years of my life. I ' m getting pretty nostalgic, and at the same time pretty damned scared But at least, I have one more year to savor and relish and experience. It’s incredible, isn’t it?, how fast the years go by when you get older. Each one goes by quicker than the one before it. Years used to be such a large span of time. It used to be a big thing to say, “a year ago ...” Now that year ago” seems like a vivid yesterday. I suddenly feel real old. Adolescence just sorta vanished from my life. BUT I’m not an adult yet either. Caught somewhere in between, I still where my faded out jeans and workshirts (I discarded the ol’ headband scene with my “Stop the War” Picket), still play my stereo loud with Seatrain, the Dead, Tull, Traffic . . . At the same time, I am seriously thinking about that great jump into reality, getting a job and all, finding a place to live. Again, at least I have another year to live securely in this Kingston Paradise. This year was different than the last two years. Mixed with monotony, rain and mud, boredom and finally being allowed legally into the Pub, there was a huge mass of apathy shadowing our once political minded activists. And whatever became of them those who coerced the massive crowds to strike classes, to ride on down to join the May Day rallies, to overtook academic excellence for a world of peace. Freaks and hippies have vanished from our vocabularies, along with sensitivity sessions, encounter groups, black power, groovy, dressing as sloppy as possible so you could look “cool”. The war goes on in Southeast Asia, and I guess, we’ve all given up on it. We’re all getting back into high cumes and browning up our profs. Our hair is getting fashionably shorter and our jeans a little less ragged, as we blow our indifference in wisps of black hash and wacky weed. I ' m no longer screwed up as to where my head ' s at. I’ve become free, individualistic, and somewhat intellectual. My goals each day are met when I get to class on time, when I get up on time, when I score in the Ram ' s Den, when I secure last year’s Psych final It’s a good life, and the artificiality of it hardly concerns me now. Cfl Z 0 M c n M M Q fa fa M fa fa Z O o N Z fa P CO § fa Z M z fa fa 0 § fa p fa RISING CRIME HITS CAMPUS DELGIUDICE WINS BY 66 VOTES WOMEN S COURSE NOW A POSSIBILITY 30