Wilson College - Conococheague Yearbook (Chambersburg, PA)

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But sometimes on the surface the days tend to all run together, to follow the same pattern week after week throughout the year. I find myself pausing, thinking hasnlt this happened to me before? By Wednesday I have trouble remembering what I did on Monday. I feel rutty and begin to fear that Ilm going to turn out to be like my parents after all. Some days Fm sure that Ilm never going to make it through another week. Twenty-four hours is just not enough time to be a student and still wash the twelve blouses that I always forget to send to the laundry. And pick up my mail. And go to meetings. Anda-oh, why bother even mentioning it all. If I could only schedule my time as well as the school schedules all the events that are supposed to be taking it up. Yet, after three years here PVC started to get used to routine. And no matter how many times I do and redo the same things I have to admit they have a certain diversity and uniqueness that applies only to my life at Wilson. After all, nowhere else do I struggle through an intricate maze of laundry racks whenever I want to hang up some clothes. I donit spend every Saturday refereeing turtle races or roasting to death on a blanket by the Con. And even after three years itis still a challenge to get up enough courage to say hello to Mrs. B. on my way through the post office. Sure, on particularly bad days itls almost impossible to convince myself that that isnit all that makes up college life. But when I separate all my Mondays or all my other days of the week the surface doesnit look quite so routine. Although each day is not a wild success it is at least a stand-out.