Salemite
Vol. LXX No. 1
The Uncensored Voice Of The Salem Community
August 31,1989
Freshmen Join Salem Sisters
by Jean Williams
"No way, all of the freshmen are
so cute! Did we look like that last
year before we came here?"
Despite the sweat trickling down
their somewhat excited (or was it
confused?) faces, the freshman girls
talking through the alarm doors
looked cute. Needless to say, as
sophomores will atest, we all
^clt just a pang of envy. Getting
passed the initial shock, we put on
our smiles and best "Susie Salem"
®et to welcome the freshmen and
their parents. An endless stream of
people with varying loads of what
can only be termed 'freshmen junk',
trudged up the stairs, Mr. Teddy
dangling through one arm. Up and
down, up and down wiping
Perspiration from brow and neck
''^ith the grimy sleeve of the
Customary Salem Station '93
^■shirts, hall advisers, dorm
P^'esidents, and their right hand
h^oinen evoked a boundless energy
load after car load,
then the parental good-byes and
"Be a good girl" partings, some
tearv-eyed and others impatient,
left the freshmen alone. The young
women turned back to face their
roommates and the task of
finishing the constant process of
decorating thier rooms. Hesitantly
they proposed shallow questions
to answer and the
turned to deep
for "roomie"
small talk
conversation.
No sooner could they sit down to
catch their breath when a knock at
the door produced the head of a
hall adviser to inform them dinner
was in five minutes in the
basement. From dinner stemmed
hall activities and campus tours.
Forty-five minutes remained to rest
before heading back over to the
FAC to watch "Salem Through the
Years" as performed by the
semi-talented campus leaders.
Luckily this offered a look at the
seemingly confident advisers
cracking on high notes to songs sung
to the tune of "Do-Re-Mi" and
"Summer Lovin’". There was hope
for these upper-classmen after all!
Freedom at last! Finally, around
10 p.m., they handed out SDH keys
and the freshmen dispersed to tlieir
BMW's and Saab's (envious again?)
in search of night life around
Winston-Salem. Those who have
been here aa while may have to
laugh at that.
Alas, all is quiet at 1 a.m. as the
exhausted campus turns in for the
night. Not even the suffocating
heat can keep anyone awake as the
whirl of the rhythmic fans lull
everyone to sleep with thoughts of
the people they have joined to
make up the Freshman Class of
1993.
Welcome Class of 1993