Virginia Episcopal School - Vestige Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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HEN A SINGLE VOICE. September, and a single voice: “I knew I should have picked a roommate last year.” Another voice, a soprano voice, “Where do they keep the swimming pool?” A deep voice, “Hey! Give me a hand with these trunks.” Taxi, station wagon, sedan. “Just let me handle it, Mother. Pll be OK.” Bermudas, khakis, open-shirts, duffle bags, catch-alls. Color. Chaos. Banging activity. Windows raised and voices, several at once, so that only the loudest are heard: “We got new beds!” “They both grew beards!” “I’ve lived for this moment!” Hallways. Doorways. Rooms and walkways. Bull-sessions. “Where do I put this surfboard?” The volume grows. Noise. Boys. Bull-sessions. “Where do they keep the swimming pool?” The voices... It frightens me to know that fifty-five other boys are trying to get higher grades than me. It’s great that he can speak twelve languages, but I wish he'd teach them one at a time! My first few days here, it seemed like everybody knew something I didnt. Oliver Crawley arrives. Opening Day: Dwig Everyone present or accounted

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First issue of The Meteor is perused by Clay Ferebee, Rhae Adams, Jack Agricola, Royall Brown, Woody Pritchett, Jay Gilliam and Clarke Suttle. Watch me carry this tray with my eyes closed. Mr. Moore holds the door for Whit Kehaya, Joanna Hopkins, and his daughter, Marjorie. I had a good thing going, ordering hamburgers and selling them on dorm. Then one night at 11:30 this jerk rings Mr. Montgomery’s door bell and asks, “Where you want them delivered, Mac?” For him it’s work, work, work . . . and what does he get? — a Morehead Award. For me it’s work, work, work, and all I get is to study in my room instead of in study hall.