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Freshman Feelings Lynn Leverton and Preston Tinsley In the beginning, September twelfth, 1965, to be a bit more precise, 300 confident, mature, fresh-faced high-school grad uates faced the future with “a song in their hearts and a gleam in their eyes,” as a well-known Christmas carol goes. As one unbelievably long week draws to a close, freshmen find them selves very changed, even a little shortchanged. The only visible remnant of their past is their fresh-faced look, heightened now by dark circles under the eyes. Following the expected, but not eagerly anticipated farewell hugs and kisses from Grandma and ad- vice from tearful parents, mumbling something to the effect that their babies had grown up, the freshmen and remaining par- ents guided their footsteps toward the one shadow of the DeTamble Library for a formal welcome by high-ranking members of the St. Andrews staff. Some students left something to be desired, or perhaps de manded in their lack of enthusi asm, imlbrtunately. Somehow EDITOR-IN-CHIEF Meredythe Lawrence MANAGING EDITOR Brian Weger BUSINESS MANAGER jim Dallas SPECIAL ASSISTANT Trlsh Sharmon EDITORIAL STAFF ACADEMIC EDITOR Elizabeth Finlator SOCIAL EDITORS Judy Hough, Jane Wright SPORTS EDITOR Ed Butterworth CONSERVATORY EDITOR Bonnie Williams SPECIAL COLUMNS Bob Anderson Lynn Leverton, Yibbett Phillips, Bill Shomo, Henry Steele, Preston Tinsley PHOTOGRAPHERS Bill Barry, Jeep Mullinix CARTOONIST Frank Joerg STAFF WRITERS AND REPORTERS: Selvia Beam, Gloria Bell, David Betts, Anne Bottoms, Barbara Boy, Nancy Buxton, Carol Chapman, Linda Cur tis, Nancy Dixon, Miriam Fisher, J. D. Gwynn, Karen Harrison. G.wen Horton, Bonnie Jackson, Mary Leslie James, Frank Joerg, Lucylle Keylon, Vickie McCann, Mary Lynne McKenzie, Brenda Miller, Margaret Offten- dinger, Barbara Rappold, Delores Rasnick, Linda Susong, Janet Sperling, Jane Talley, Mary Todd, Charma Walker! Elizabeth Ward, Emelda Williams. BUSINESS STAFF Brenda Miller. Mary Lynne McKenzie, Barbara Rappold Charma Walker. Opinions expressed in letters to the Editor and in sign ed columns are not necessarily those of The LANCE. Let ters to the Editor should be brief and must be signed. Names will be withheld upon request. the urge "to put fun on the out skirts of your life," was not what most of us wanted to hear. After having this God-sent mess age pounded Into our admittedly vacuum.like brains by various people (e.g. parents, teachers, parents, friends, parents, maga zine articles, parents), we began to wonder If St. Andrews wasn't as religious and serious as it sounded. All fears of having entered a monastery were dispelled, how ever, the first night. Relations between suite mates seemed a bit formal until the first un lucky freshman flushed the toilet without first warning the person in the shower, thereby scalding the occupant. Needless to say, the freshman was soon introduc- ed to the customs of the suite. The first day or so was bliss for freshmen. Everyone on campus wore some sort of badge, therefore no one felt as if they wore a gas chamber serial num ber, On Tuesday, unfortunately, the old axiom of "three hun. dred’s company, one thousand Is a crowd," was proven true. God’s tribe of freshmen were scatter, ed, not to perish, but only to be sorely tried. Actually, up to this point, freshmen have only one complaint-mallbox registra. tion. We can find no reason why mail box fees could not be collected and numbers given out when freshmen entered their dorm. If, for some reason, this proved im. possible, why couldn't a group of upperclassmen and faculty have taken care of the problem in a few days at the student center? Or at least have the post office open throughout the day for the first week. Pandora's box really opened up on Wednesday. After diligently working on their schedules dur ing advisory meetings, freshmen went to lunch confident that they were taking the perfect course at the perfect time on the per. feet day. And the sun shone over St. Andrews. Then, at 1:30, fresh, men began registration. By 4:30, nothing was perfect. After waiting in line for two hours, they squirm, ed their way into the auditorium, only to find that the person in front ef them, whom they never did like, just picked up the last card for our favorite class. Following a talk with their ad. visors, they enrolled themselves in classes first, fourth, fifth, and sixth period every day but Sun. day. This forces one to do with, out lunch and proper sleep, both of which Mother considered Im. portant. Little can be said about Thurs. day except that a sleepy, lazy day was enjoyed by all, Friday morning marked the be. ginning of their obscure reason for being here, academic studies. For a change, we freshmen are going to go to at least five classes before criticizing the course, the professor, the walk to class, and St, Andrews in general. We venture only to say that almost no students find fault, as of this date, with that con. troversial course, C, and C, May this still be true when the last issue of THE LANCE rolls off the presses. The dance on Saturday marked the first big social event of the year, as far as we are concern, ed. Also by this time, many freshmen had been introduced to another phase of St. Andrews, the little tavern by the side of the road. A later column will be dedi cated to this quaint bit of student life. For the remainder of the year, we shall attempt to present, as far as is allowed, the views of the freshman class to the rest of the student body. We feel con. fident that the upper classes, one In particular will provide us with ample material to comment on and complain about. LIMBO By BABY Well, baby, there have been some changes made. It hits out in the fact once you have been on campus for at least one hour. Some of you were here in the summer and were able to ob serve fragments of transition, of loss, and of gain here and there; but there must have been some surprises for you people too. Can you believe, for instance, the people who are no longer here? In reflecting BEFORE you came back, you felt that it would be agonizing not to have the populus situation precisely in tact, not to have around some of the people you thought were some kind of great? But now that you ARE here, it's not nearly so bad, is it? Strange as It seems, vacuums have been filled, and so far, rather successfully, TTiis wasn't quite so evident until a few days ago, when those red skull caps were finally donned; and now it's almost staggering to look at the hordes of them - everywhere. And strangely enough, it doesn't really upset a balance. It's kind of reassuring for some reason. And It's also reassuring to see the un- chapeau-ed new faces - the faces that are only new to THIS col lege, and are, every hour, be coming more familiar. Isn't It funny how different an impression (upon arriving on campus) was given simply by two stone markers - they say the same thing that the old ones did, but didn’t they seem to exude some sense of value that was non existent in the former ones? Something, baby, has definitely been changed, and it seems that a lot of college's premature staleness has vanished - think, baby. It stands to reason that you might not have had a chance to do so yet, but just make some room and give it at least one panoramic glance. Can’t you feel it? You' know you're already aware that a few loose bolts have been tightened, but have you realized what in the end, it will mean? And think about those new faces across the lake - and some of the old ones too. Can you recognize it? Baby, for your information, that little thing toat has replaced some of that dingy, stale cloud that oozed around last year - that little thing is nothing but a big old dose of positivism. Think about everything that is dif ferent - EVERYTHING. You're bound to have at least seen most of it by now, so just THINK. Isn't all this change, happy as well as melancholy, at least pointing in a positive direction? Let's give you a minute on that one. You remember what the big kick was last year, don'tyou?We call ed apathy. Now, baby, don't you think we've found a “damn" worthy replacement? Campus Orb. BY BILL SHOMO Well, the first hectic week of "St. Andrews Trauma" is over Luggage has been carried up flights of stairs into the wrong rooms, McBee forms have been signed, (what does Keysort mean anyway?), the registration line has been braved, and 1 found my lost shoe that I left here last spring. School has started once again. Ignoring the fact that our sun. tans, which we worked so hard on during the summer, are grad, ually disappearing; what have we found at St. Andrews? Physically speaking, the answer for upper, classmen is simple, our Miss Dove Is still here (thank good, ness), there are more ducks in the lake, and the grass that used to be so pretty on the lake side of the Student Center looks as if it had had a bad case of acne during the summer. But overlooking these things, what have we found? We’ve found that some of the familiar ‘aces that we’ve looked for w' . be back, that we’ll have to tak^ that course that we’ve been putting off fbr so long, that what we thought would be our major isn’t really what we want to do, and that even though we hate to admit It, freshmen aren’t the only ones who have that old familiar of homesickness. Barry McGuire’s lyrics seem to fit at this moment, "Take a look around ya boy, it’s bound to scare ya, boy." But let’s don’t take a too pessimistic look at school. Some of those familiar faces that we’ve looked for are back, people still speak to you when you walk across the cross, walk, and most teachers really care about what happens to us. Enough of this fooliness now. How about that great subject of all returnees (does that sound like parolees?), THE FRESHMAN!! Ah, that great body of minds (?) that will continue the St, Andrews tradition. With the Characteristic dazed look of amazement, the frosh class has arrived. "Where is the registrar’s office?” “What’s a cut?” "Is it really seven miles to Roger’s?” We can understand and sympathize, we were all fres.hmen at one time or another. The only thing that we can say is that St, Andrews, we are back. Do y.'"! catch much? TIME HARDLY VARIES KANSAS CITY (AP) - How long does it take to play a foot ball game? In the Big Eight conference the average game in 1964 lasted 2 hours 14.8 minutes, compaied to the average of 2:14.7 in 1963. The shortest game in 1964 was one hour, 55 minutes, in volving Missouri and Air Force. The longest league game was 1:59 Missouri-Kansas State. SENIOR fiENTIMENTfi by YIBBETT PHILLIPS Already, Seniors are asking each other, “What are you going to do next year?” And except for those who will be teaching or definitely going to grad school, nobody knows. Almost fright, eningly, we look toward the future. And this time of year it is easy to become nostalgic about the past three years here at St. Andrews, Freshmen faces, with their obvious enthusiasm and undaunted ambitions, remind us of our first days and mo. ments in college. Now, as we look back on the past three years and fully comprehend that we are now Seniors, a member of that elite group we always looked up to, we discover that maturity does not necessarily come with Seniority, However, this does not prevent us from being full of words of wisdom to confused and questioning underclassmefn. Here at St, Andrews we have learned the value of a stimulating lecture, a concerned professor, a warm friendship, a meaningful C&C assignment, an ability to enjoy homework, and most of all, a community of mutuality. This knowledge we are eager to pass on to those who will really listen and understand. This is only the beginning of our Senior year, but already St, Andrews is becoming a part of the past as we make plans for the future.
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