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

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FRIENDS, PHONE BILLS, ACTIVITY, STEAK NIGHTS, LAUGHTER, EXPERIENCE, CELEBRATE LIFE! Division

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EXPOSURE TO student life 8 student Life

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■ri — T A time out to collect ttioughits is a good idea when the first days of school get hectic. Freshman Andy Ancho looks over orientation materials in Kennedy Mall. Paul Lindblad TRAINS, PLANES AND AUTOMOBILES BRING STUDENTS BACK Aaaak,..l hate this, How am I going to get ail this stuff back to Santa Clara...? Here I am standing in the middle of my room with open suitcases and clothes carpeting the floor. Summer is over--it was a blast, but I am so ready to get back to Santa Clara. In less than 24 hours, I am standing in the airport pleased as punch that I made it with only three suitcases. But that accomplishment dims when I think of the boxes, bags and bikes that I have to move out of storage. Settled in my seat ready for the long flight, I put on my walkman, shut my eyes and drift off. I think how as a freshman I had monster butterflies because I was so scared. Then everything was so unfamiliar, I hardly knew anyone: and all I knew of my roommate was that she was some girl from the Midwest. I remember saying goodbye to my parents and how all I wanted to do was drive back across the desert to the familiar surroundings of home. But this year it was different. Santa Clara had become a second home, my roommate had become a good friend and my friends were my family. By the end of summer, I was ready to say goodbye to IVIom and Dad and return to the now familiar SCU. Once back at Santa Clara I blended in with all the other students. It had begun as a slow trickle as the athletes returned and built up as the RAs moved in, By the time the OAs came to prepare for the freshmen and transfers, a steady stream was flowing. The following week the freshmen and transfers arrived until finally the summer silence was completely shattered with the return of some 3,600 students. Throughout the hot months of summer the streets, hallways, gardens and classrooms had waited strangely empty. But now the students, that missing element, came rolling onto campus in overloaded cars to squeeze all their belongings into the cramped quarters of their various residences. At San Jose Airport a steady stream of returning students landed and were greeted by friends or swept away by taxis. So began the new school year. That first day was filled with hurried, excited atmosphere. Vehicles of every size, loaded beyond capacity with the essentials of college life, formed lines on Market Street and filled the parking lots. Friends and family, hauled an impressive assortment of stereos, poppers, plants, crates, posters and numerous other paraphernalia into tiny dorm rooms, apartments and houses. Through it all, the residents of the Market Street houses kicked back in their lawn chairs, beers in hand, to greet all with an introduction to the fun that would come during those first weeks of school. Orientation, which had taken place the week before, had been designed to let the freshmen get acquainted with their new surroundings. The orientation a BY LINDA LARKIN staff had spent a week preparing the candlelight dinner, casino night, movies, tours, and talk sessions-ail as part of their conspiracy to make the incoming students feel at home. Swig elevators had gotten an exhausting workout that week when the freshmen moved in. The OAs and the RAs had exhausted themselves heaving overstuffed suitcases up the narrow stairwells. And now once again they were there to help returning friends move into Dunne, Park Central or the white house. At the nearby houses and apartments students were unpacking pots and pans and those other practical necessities of life, the homey essentials which had been lacking during the years as campus residents. The lines to use the elevators and the lines of cars on Market Street were just the beginning of a week of lines. Lines for the telephones, ID cards, validation stickers, Benson, refrigerators, bookstore lines and Add Drop to name just a few. A week later and I was just finding my dorm room floor underneath boxes of junk I never realized I had. Now we could lay that awesome carpet we bought, hang up our posters and put the couch in place. It felt good to be back home at Santa Clara. 10 student Life