University of Santa Clara - Redwood Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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V'- gy X i ir is Y'- i i Ay: .- fsxwss Seated comfortably in Shapell Lounge, Eric De Bode and Derric lt Tynan- Connolly discuss their homework, Shapell Lounge in Benson Center was .1 favorite place of study for music lovers, who could listen to their own tapes or to broadcast music. ,,,-' The activity at Benson never ceases, as this view from the second floor on the west side shows. After undergoing a major renovation that took two years, Benson became better equipped to meet the needs of the SCU community. The game of foosball requires coordination, speed and dexterity on the pan of teammates, David Londono and Mike Corpuz. Benson's new game room also offered other games, such as pool, ping-pong, and video games to students. Student Life .ln 1

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WHEN YOU UST WANNA HANG O 66 ell, what's it going to be? The dilemma began when Sheila posed the ominous question about our plans for the evening. Sitting all day in Upstart Crow was definitely not conducive to such a pertinent decision. But, then, Saturdays weren't made for pertinent decisions. Upstart Crow is great for such afternoons - half bookstore, half cafe - a perfect mixture for the neo- avant-gardists. The scene is definitely set for conversation and observation. Next to me, a bearded man in his thirties, wearing an Uxford and baggy trousers. is talking philosophy with another thirty-year-old in a Harvard sweatshirt and jeans. 'LI think Marcuse really says people are afraid to attach nebulous ideas to reality. I can't argue with that. At another table, a bleached-blond eighteen-year-old in a Ciao Manhattan! T-shirt is intensely studying the cover ofa Bauhaus album - definitely interesting. Dougl What's the plan? Alter three cups of espresso and reading half of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, l'm ready for food. Sandwich King is the undisputed destination. Saturday Madness, probably the best reason to go to the King. just 352.55 for a cheeseburger and fries. The decor may look like a bowling alley-snack bar, but the food upholds its name. Sure enough, six o'clock and the place is hopping! Always by Doug Dcwidomlch filled with law students, undergrads - never an unfamiliar face. After ordering four cheeseburgers at the counter, we make our way to the back. I notice new faces. No way...freshrnen have Hnally discovered it. I also see my Poli Sci professor drinking a Corona and reading Metro. I thought profs only hung around here during the week. Our friends are watching videos on the big screen TV and they greet us with a new pitcher. As we squeeze into a booth, the atmosphere hits me. The pennants and old pictures of the SCU football team give it a good collegiate feel. My attention is drawn to the three guys behind the huge counter, busily making food and calling out prepared orders. Doug, your order is ready! Right on! As I go up to get it, five of my Sig Ep friends walk in. They love this place. Whats going on tonight? The never-ending question - Dinner for right now. Cet some beers and join us. We'll decide later. More people come in - definitely a busy night. After two hours, Scot says. Let's go to The Hutla' Kevin and Addy immediately concur: Anne and Christine want to go to j. Higby's for yogurt first. The rest support the-move with a Hut! Hut! chant. As we leave Sandwich King, I make sporadic last minute pleas for another destination - Village Pub?, Torritos?, Houlihan's?...How about Houlihan's? Nobody pays attention. They've all been sucked in by the magnetic force of that small building on the corner of Franklin and the Alameda. It is obviously a Hut night. Every campus has its dive bar. Ours is certainly no exception. Walking into it is like entering a time zone. Once in, all thoughts of the outside are discarded. The place probably hasn't changed in years, and, if the walls talked, I'm sure many an interesting story could be told about its visitors. Tonight is no different from most. Although it is relatively early, the place is packed. I make a bee-line for the bar, desperately shoving my way through the crowd. Loud laughter and a chorus of Mexicali, Mexicali erupts from the small group of tables. A senior shows off her prized roll ofthe dice. I push my way through to the pool table at the back - the only uncrowded refuge. Luck! Pure luck! a baseball player shouts as his opponent sinks a shot in the corner. I lean against the cigarette machine and look across the smoky room. New York, New York begins to play on the jukebox, and a group of seniors starts dancing on the tables. Some juniors scramble to the bar for more drinks. More people cram in. Is this the abyss of partying on a college campus? No, it's the most popular hangout at SCU. When You lust Wanna Hang Out

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SCU 1-an-gs .A -.. 1 a-.fri writ girl 45, I5-....,-v l li I: I. l l Q: ! l I I I . l For on-campus students like Margaret Gerwe, g nutrition means meals at Benson Cafeteria 2-3 I times a day. Alternatives to the cafeteria included the Coffeehouse, Bronco Corral, and Down Under. l S FAMILY R00 by Trish Keady - t 2:00 p.m., jill returns once again to Benson, this time for lunch. On the way, she and a couple of friends meet Dave, who is on his way back from class. Hi, Dave! We're going over to Benson. Care to join us? Cafeteria food? Blech! l'd rather warm a cherry pop tart on my iron tonightf, Entering Benson, they stop in the lobby to chat with jim, who is selling bedtime stories, courtesy of fifth fIoor Dunne. Creati Heres my dollar. I'Il have one for my roommate. That's right, Campisi. Thursday night? Perfect! Bronco is crowded, so jill just grabs a pastrami sandwich and diet Coke to go, all credited to her SAGA meal plan. Since it's raining, they go downstairs to the post oflice. Cot any mail? Yeah, Nffzmziwk and a letter from Mom. Why? What'd you get? MCI bill and a letter from B of A. I'm overdrawn again. It's that stupid Versatel card. I never know how much money I have! Later that afternoon jill escapes from her gregarious roomie and settles herself in Shapell lounge to catch up on some serious reading. Glancing at her watch, she remembers she has to stop at the bookstore for a scantron sheet and a card for her brothers birthday. Then she has to meet Sarah and Michael in the Swiss Air Lounge, adjoining the coffeehouse, to go over their notes for tomorrow's Bio quiz. Studying goes well, so the three decide to break for dinner in the coffeehouse and make plans for tomorrow night's entertainment. Over chicken burritos, they decide on Comedy Night in the coffeehouse, with a quick game of pool afterwards. As they return to someones room for a private party, they grab a few snacks at the Down Under con- venience store. Returning to her room later that evening, jill needs more sustenance for an all-night ses- sion in front of the typewriter. so she and her roomie break out a six-pack of Diet Coke, purchased that morning at Down Under, and pick up the phone for Wild Pizza. Turning to her beloved roommate, jill exclaims. Oh, my Cod! I forgot to pick up my readings at Campus Ministry for next Sunday! Some days I swear I spend half my life at Benson. Don't forget your meeting for CalPirg in the afternoon. Thanks, Tracy. Remind me to check my horoscope while I'm over there. I bet it says some- thing about a large white build- ing on the corner of Santa Clara St. and the Alameda figuring prominently in my busy schedule. Whether one is eating, buying, working, or playing, Benson Center is, without a doubt, the hub of activity at SCU. SCU's Family Room