Wake Forest University - Howler Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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Freshman Paul Cale learns the routine of Wake attending chapel, meeting suitemates, taking tests itleas with fellow students. rkly— mging They Call It Orientation. They say it ' s good for you. it happens to all freshmen at every school, they say. The nauseous fear deep inside . . . and tests and tests and tests and . . . My name ' s Jane, what ' s yours? . . . and tests and tests and . . . bull sessions into all hours of the night . . . and tests . . . But it ' s different here. It ' s uniquely Wake Forest here. They learn that one out of three won ' t graduate . . . less than half will have a C average this semester . . . freshman biology will be your first F or maybe freshman English. And the annual pre-school retreat at Camp Hanes . . . Slater and the hazards of the Pit . . . the hurry up and wait of registration, with its mountains of computer cards. Lead On, Oh King Eternal, another class has become members of the Wake Forest family.

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AP. RT FRO I THE TOGETHERNESS of the crowds in Slater ' s pit, the mass of cheering fans at a home game, the lines making the Tuesday-Thursday trek to Wait, or the impersonal atmosphere of the class- room, we seek identity in the smaller group, fulfillment of personal goals, a niche for our individuality. ' hether the path be athletics or theatre, the decision an academic one or a per- sonal one, the choice right or wrong, we learn to stand alone. We select and re- ject. We move forward and sometimes backward. We grow and develop through choice. The broad path of the crowd is well-worn and comfortable while that of the individual is narrow and more difficult. The choice is ours and the difference is in the choice.

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Registration fills two hectic days of closed out courses and bad breaks before classes can begin. m