University of Tennessee Chattanooga - Moccasin Yearbook (Chattanooga, TN)

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And there are inward moments that are moods . . . of homesickness, depression, or just loneline ss. We all feel them. They are important to happiness: having been there, we cherish it more. If moments could talk there would be much to say. Among the mazes of moun- tains is Chattanooga cradled, and in the bends and crooks of her fertile river she settled summers past to thrive quietly. And the spirit of the land was on it all. With a free breeze rushing up out of cool twi- light hollows twittering russett patterns all around and the hard feel of a forearm on a kindly birch, we greet the ad- vent of a nocturne and the sealing of another span of light. And the earth drifts . . . on and on and many things will bereave you, but these mountains, guardians of the spirit of the land, once in your blood, will never leave you. The true kindred never part . . . never. And this is our legacy . . . our land.

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Time occasionally has a way to lift us out of her usual drift to encapture us in a moment of unforgettable beauty. It is in these moments that we live the most, for they, being timeless, touch eternity itself.

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ww ?m s A misty morning, dodging the puddles on the steps, the glassy-bright doors, trying to open the wrong one, the couch to the right with its perpetual faces, glancing left into vastness of detail, entering the hall, the T.V. is on but you can ' t tell if anyone ' s watch- ing, into the din of the snack bar, friends, what a relief to put your books down, the line, the inevitable indecision as to what kind of donut to get, getting coffee, forgetting sugar or a spoon, borrowing a friend ' s spoon, small talk, We didn ' t have to write out that lesson did we? Think we ' ll have a test? the inadequate comfort that everyone ' s in the same boat, a stare lost across the room, a momentary gloom — a memory of a letter that didn ' t come, THE BELL — shattering all consciousness, noise increases quickly, all around people begin to move, finish your coffee, the tension builds, a slow resignation to real- ity, getting up, gathering books and courage, an inward stoic smile ... a launching into another day. We love it.