University of Tampa - Moroccan Yearbook (Tampa, FL)

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get there — mid-morning, after dinner, lunch hour — it’s just you and a cou- ple of librarians. So how can it be that that volume of synopses you needed to pass your contemporary lit course has just been checked out? i MAIL Why is it that the guy in the box next to yours gets nothing but love letters and care packages while all you get are reminders from the business office that your tuition payment is past due, a summons to appear before the student judiciary for unpaid parking tickets, and a notice to see the dean about your math grade? Unfair! There should be some redress for intimidation by mail. MUSIC When it comes to music, you’ve got three choices: you can make music, appreciate music, or be driven nuts by it — but you can't ignore it. What used to be Tampa’s city auditorium has become UT’s center for music partici- pation. There you can sing, ramble a riff of old time jazz, or groove onto the latest rock sounds. If you're the high- brow type, you can do finger exercises with a chamber music ensemble or knock yourself out trying to get selected to perform with the Florida Gulf Coast Symphony. Of course, if . your fingers are stiff from too much note-taking, your lip is weak from too much kissing (or not enough) and your lungs have been wrecked by smoke inhalation in the Rathskeller, you'd probably rather just listen. If you don't v ant to listen, you’d better not go to McKay Auditorium, the University Union, the Rathskeller, or even to your room in the dorm — especially not to the dorm where all the variations in musical preferences meet to drown each other out. Your best hope is to go off into the park with a friendly squirrel who doesn't mind sharing his bough with you. But be sure to stuff acorns in your ears on holidays or else that dam- ned carillon will blast you right out of your tree. 28

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NIGHT LIFE St Something in the night makes you want to go out into it. Perhaps, it’s music; perhaps, it's love. Perhaps, it’s the wallet you lost at the disco last night. Whatever it is, you go. And what do you find? The same thing you found last time. A boring movie, warm flat beer, soybean hamburgers and soggy French fries, a string-haired girl with spaces between her teeth. You’d have been better off staying at the dorm. At least there might have been a halfway decent late show on TV. OPEN VISITATION Yes, you can have guests of the opposite sex in your room — but only until midnight on weekdays and until 3 a.m. Friday, Saturday and holiday eves. This may sound like an open line to hanky-panky. But not so, goose pim- ple breath. Your guest must be regis- tered so that everyone on campus immediately knows whom, when, and how long you were entertaining. Your roommate may resent your good for- tune and refuse to get lost. Anybody in the world, maybe even your mother, could drop in unexpectedly. Under those conditions, if you can entice a chick into your boudoir for a game of Parchesi, you’ve accomplished some- thing. After all, a chick who's willing to stake her reputation on a cheesy Par- chesi game must be desperate and therefore hardly worth the effort any- way. PARKING Upperclassmen park their cars at the start of the semester and pick them up after finals. That's because they’ve learned that if you miss out at the beginning, you join that weary 10 per cent of the student body who forever circle the campus in search of a park- ing space. 30