Worcester Polytechnic Institute - Peddler Yearbook (Worcester, MA)

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in the rat race for his bachelor ' s degree, the frosh is magnificent off the line, his miraculous enthusiasm and vigor is enough to stagger sextillions of upper- classmen, but the highest is yet to come, besides losing five pounds of naivete, he must find some way to exercise that 135 iq his parents so lovingly gave him. they know he has it, he thinks he has it, and the deans pray he has it.

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in his first physics assignment as he once attacked an alarm clock, his once casual curiosity about newton and space sudden- ly swells into a magnificent, metaphysical bubble, momentarily, he loses himself in the cosmos of his imagination: gayly he swings between the galaxies on the golden locks of the muses of truth, still in his sci- entific nirvana, he sees himself taxiing his way through the ether with John glenn. at different stations in the infinitude he stops to pick up such noticeable passen- gers as plato, einstein and edison from whom he manages to hijack a sliderule case full of omniscience, then almost to heaven, on the point of the ultimate in mystical info, he unexpectedly crashed into earth and into the agonizing reality of olin 107.

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sitting tirnidly before his open text, he once more transcends the realm of his dormitory room, back into that all-reveal- ing cosmos of imagination his soul takes flight, can i do it? can i do it? whines a lost voice, will i ever be able to figure out all this empirical (profanity)? a sec- ond voice reassures, well, guidance coun- selors never make mistakes, besides, you al- ways displayed keen mechanical aptitude with clocks and portable radios, (and any- way, with such lousy verbal scores, you have no choice but to become an engi- neer.) but what would mom say asks the first voice again, if i flunked out and never get that nobel prize she planned on? •i