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AprU 17, 1959 THE TWIG Page three The Perils of Primary Teaching By JANE JOHNSON Game! Who said teaching is a game? It’s work, work, work! Ask any of us student teachers on campus. We are those brave peo ple whom you see leaving each morning about 8 o’clock looWng so fresh and neat and returning each afternoon about 4:30 or 5 o’clock looking disheveled and withered. We sit up late at night making posters, cutting out letters, making posters, grading posters, I mean pa pers and making posters. Bird post ers, seed posters, safety posters, health posters, and many others must be devised. But some of the tales we have to tell about our classroom experiences can even top Dennis the Menace. One teacher has “love problems.” You think that’s only natural? Yes, but this was in the second grade! When asked what she was going to be when she grew up little Debbie replied, “Oh, 1 want to be a preach er’s wife.” Reaching across the aisle to pat the hand of red - haired, freckle-faced Mike, she continued, “1 guess you will have to be a preacher, Michael.” Out on the playground the same teacher saw some boys furiously climbing a wire fence. Later she found out that some girls were try ing to kiss them! Teachers have to pretend every day or so not to know — “What the rug said to the floor” (Don’t move, I’ve got you covered) and “What is black and white and red all over, but not a newspaper” (an embarrassed zebra). They also have to cat all the food on their plates. This way they will set a good example by getting a star on the Clean Plate Club Chart. Teachers must appreciate all contributions to the “show and tell” period — the stitches and tape from a cut chin, the little red Easter chicken that “peeped” loudly ail day, and even the small green sns^e and jar of earthworms contributed by a nature lover. We student teachers have found that life in the elementary grades is a wonderful mixture of hard work and fun, laughter and tears, chalk dust and children. Teaching is more difficult than we ever thought it could be, yet it is also more re warding. Each day offers another challenge and we love it! Ultraviolet Antics Begin TEMPUS FUGIT-FAST By FRANCES CAUDLE Spring has finally arrived! Leaves are green, cherry blossoms are white, and everywhere there is an atmosphere of lifted spirits. Every one walks with a spring in her steps and a tune on her lips. As one crosses the campus, there comes out of the air, as it were, the sound of voices. Listen and you can hear someone demand, “Kindly move your left foot from off my head”; command, “Move over — I’m in a shadow”; complain, “I be lieve I’m burning a litde on my back”; or wail “Do you think I’ll ever get a good tan?” By ,now you must have guessed where the voices originate. This is the season of sunbaths and the girls of Meredith are talcing full advan tage of the weather. The third floor breezeways are crowded as every one competes for the sunniest spots. Out at the pool, girls are lying on blankets soaking up the sunshine. Some industrious girls didn’t even wait for warm weather to get here before they took sunbaths. AH that was required was a bright sun. These girls traipsed out onto the breezeway and lay there freezing to death in the cold wind. Of course they got a tan, but was it worth a bout with sniffles and a sore throat? Others prefer to get their tans the hard way — via Dr. Senter’s headache, the sun lamp. These giils tliink that the artificial rays are much more romantic than the origi nal. Therefore they carelessly pros trate themselves before the lamp and come out looking something like lobsters. Unfortunately, the sun lamp burns often become, very un comfortable and these girls must Seen Around Campus People trying to graduate in two years. Pink, red, and bronze people who sneer at pale, haggard library dwellers. Art students out sketching NA TURE. Crowds standing on the dining hall steps before supper. People kicking the coke ma chines on Sunday night. (It’s no use.) People standing in line in the Bee Hive to read Modern Bride. A sudden emphasis upon study schedules. PE students wearing their beauti ful Meredith College gym suits. New officers saying, “Tell us what to DO!” An English 98 class member say ing, “How does one trace laughter through LITERATURE?” She’d better find out how — in a hurry.' pester the infirmary all because of their own impatience — or care lessness — or idiocy . . . take your pick! Some poor, overworked girls are not so lucky as the rest. They study themselves to death trying to find enough time for a two-hours’ bask in the sun. Then they blissfully go out and get a little tan on each shoulder. But, sorrow of sorrows — before they manage to get out again, their tans are gone and they must begin all over. It sometimes be comes a most vicious circle. All in all, it’s not such a bad life. A girl gets a little burned, but what does it matter? After an interval she may manage to get a pretty good tan and if she is lucky, she may still be recognizable to her parents. It’s hard work getting a tan, but it’s fun! And anyway, as a very wise person once said, “One must suffer to be beautiful!” New Clothes Needed By PARK and BELL Are you one of those people who couldn’t wait to get into summer clothes and now can’t get into them because of your wait-er . . , weight? There seem to be enough of us to form a chapter of the BTB (Battle That Bulge) club. Seen or heaM on various, parts of the campus; IN YOUR SPARE TIME, YOU MAY— Consider your three seminar re ports, four term papers, and eight book reviews due before school is out. Acquire an even, pre - beach bronze. Hem all the now-too-long skirts of last summer’s clothes. Enter all the twenty-five-words- or-less contests advertised in Life. Spring-clean your room — you may find many things. Develop a hobby. All well- adjusted people have hobbies. Take long, poetic walks in the gentle (?) April rain. Cut your hair. You will then be forced to purchase a new hat. MEREDITH CONDUCTS (Continued from page one) classes, the number of volumes in the library, the complete separation or discondnuance of the prepara tory department.” On December 21, 1921, the College was admitted to full membership. “In 1924 the A.B. graduates were admitted to mem bership in the American Associa tion of University Women. ... In 1928 the Association of American Universities placed Meredith on its list of approved colleges, a distinc tion which had at that time tx;cn accorded to only three other insti tutions in North Carolina, none of them colleges for women.” Thus, Meredith is continuing to adhere to standards that she has al ways endeavored to meet. The com mittee requests that students be aware of the self-evaluation pro gram and that they be willing to help in the study when asked to do so. Girls running into rooms scream ing with their sheath dresses only halfway zipped up, and still more of them out of the dress than there is in. Girls in last year’s bathing suits having a lot more area to tan. “And last year this dress was a sack!” “What do you mean, why am I on a diet?” “An ideal system would be for everyone to hand their summer clothes down to the girls a size smaller than they.” It seems as though no one has escaped the perils of winter fat ex cept those who “just can’t seem to gain.” (These people do nothing in the way of moral support for bal- For Aq Afternoon Walk ARNOLD’S REXALL DRUGS 3025 Hillsboro Street By MARY ANN BROWN Never does it fail. A semester be gins with the professor’s usual “Oh, yes, there is a term paper involved in this course” and it ends with the student’s “Never, never, never will I wait so long to do a term J>aper!” A term paper announced during the first weeks of a semester somehow seems too vague to be true. After topics are approved and even after tentative bibliographies are in, it is still possible — if one has any ima^nation at all — to pretend that life is to remain unmarred. But (as the days and weeks go by, the fact becomes noticeably evi dent that things are bound to change — there is, much to one’s surprise and dismay, a term paper to be done. The first step is to buy note cards. It may be that the Bee Hive will temporarily be out of the size you must have; if so, you have a few more days of rest. Finally, though, there comes a time when the odious task can be put off no longer and when the only things to do is take a deep breath and plunge. I plunged and I thought then that ali my troubles would evaporate. Well, they haven’t. To the contrary, they have multiplied. I discovered that all the books I wanted were not on the shelves. (Now who would have thought anyone else would be writing on “The Effects of Shake speare’s Writings on the Settlement of Alaska.”) After I fought my way through the freshmen clustered about the main desk and waited for a time, I found that my books were out — due in about ten days — which was bad since my term pa per was due in two weeks. About the main desk — that harried child trying to run it looked rather upset. Remember, people, she’s only human. Okay, so the books were out. So I had to have them. So I marched loons, er . . . other girls.) Maybe if it gets hot enough, it will melt the fat. If not, head for the sewing machines, gals, there’s seams a-popping! myself up to said girl’s room and, after much confusion — which I will spare you — I located her , . . at the pool. When I had huffed and puffed and pleaded and insinuate and stooped finally to threats, she agreed with reluctance to permit me to borrow one or two for a few hours. She had checked her books out in plenty of time, since her term paper was not due for a month; and her less-than-vague remarks about others who wait till the last minute were most annoying. I took the notes — after a fashion, and I did get some helpful information. Note I said some. Have you ever tried to write a three-thousand word research paper from thirty note cards? Believe me, it isn’t easy. I have plenty of note- cards; the only trouble is that most of them are singularly lacking in significance. So here I sit — with word one still unwritten and with paper in quesdon due in 59!^ hours. (For those of you who are mathematically - minded, analysis follows: it is now Monday night at 11:30 — the paper is due Thurs day morning at eleven), which may not be long enough. My suite and visitors have two tables ... or ^ds ... of bridge going, loudly, in the next room — which is dis tracting when I think of what fun I could be having. The people who are our wallmates are playing, just loudly enough, “Music to Day dream or Sleep By,” — which is depressing when I think of how long these next two nights are going to be. So here I sit — staring blankly and I suppose stupidly at three well- sharpened pencils, a stack of clean paper, and thirty “significant” note cards. Like I said before — Never does (t fail! lizzie’s Soda SKop Willett’s Village Beauty Shop 2010 Cameron Street RALEIGH, N. C. 14 STYLiSTS PHONE IE 3-9735 An Invitation to the Meredith Girls from MacJOSEPH’S Where College Girls Who Know All the Fashion Answers Buy Their Clothes RALEIGH, N. C. A good place to meet end eat! (Across from State College) 2412 Hillsboro St. Phene TE 4-9392 3>e/ ^ 501 Hillsboro Street THE FINEST IN ITALIAN FOOD and featuring Eddie’s Famous PIZZA PIES "Formerly of Whispering Pines" free Delivery Service to Meredith College Deliveries at: 6:00 p.m. 7:00 p.m. 8:00 p.m. 9:00 p.m. Phone: TE 4-0252
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