1981 Yearbook
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1981 Yearbook
Description
I THINK I'M LOST
Finally I had achieved that
chore when in walked a
stranger who claimed to be
my roommate. Immediately
we discovered that each of us
should have rented our own
separate mansions. The first
thing she did was hang up this
enormous poster. This was
not your normal poster. It was
a lifesize picture of Don
Rickles. As if that wasn't
enough, every time she'd look
at herself in the mirror she
would insult herself. Obviously I had to endure all of this. It
was just too much.
So, defeat and frustrated, I
left my new abode and headed downstairs to raid the first
pop machine. In the process
of it all, 1 was ripped off 90
cents for one can of pop, and
it wasn't even a kind I liked.
Having had enough, I decided
to retire and prepare for my
first day of classes.
Loaded down with all kinds of
notebooks and folders and
feeling relatively sure of myself, I trotted off to my first
class. We must have spent the
first week filling our surveys,
deciphering grading scales,
and figuring out what the
profs wanted of us. After
memorizing the basic do's
and don'ts of the college, I received a notice through campus mail asking me to stop
and visit my R.A. It was a
great feeling knowing that
after one full week in college
I'd goofed up somehow. Did
my parent's check bounce?
Did someone report me for
being rowdy? Not possible.
Totally confused, I headed
down the endless corridor to
my R.A.'s room. I waited.
I finally took a deep breath
and knocked. I heard a pleasant hello and walked inside.
There on the bed with a
stuffed hippo on her lap, was
my R.A. After expecting the
worst, she said, "Congratulations, you've beaten the
freshman syndrome. How do
you like it here?" I sat down
and finally made myself at
home.
Freshman life certainly wasn't
easy! Outside of the obvious
adjustment of being away
from home and having to handle all of my new responsibility and freedom. I had the
problem of having to live
down a stereotype. You prob
ably know the saying, "Freshmen are immature, inexperienced pests, who belong in
their own group." They might
as well hang a sign on our
faces that says "Unclean, Unclean, I'm a Freshman."
It all started on the day that I
came in the summer to register for classes. Right away as
a college rookie, I came up
against the infamous system.
First 1 struggled with registration, meeting with my advisor
who did help a lot. We
planned my schedule for the
next year. After that I listened to a few speeches. By
this time they had discovered
that we were restless, so they
ushered us around the campus allowing us to implement
our photographic minds so
that three months later we
would be able to recall where
our classes were. Then they
bid us farewell till fall.
Then the big day came! After
spending a sorrowful morning
saying good-bye to family and
friends, I was on my way to
Ambrose. Problem number
one was finding places for all
my stuff in my new home.
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Finally I had achieved that
chore when in walked a
stranger who claimed to be
my roommate. Immediately
we discovered that each of us
should have rented our own
separate mansions. The first
thing she did was hang up this
enormous poster. This was
not your normal poster. It was
a lifesize picture of Don
Rickles. As if that wasn't
enough, every time she'd look
at herself in the mirror she
would insult herself. Obviously I had to endure all of this. It
was just too much.
So, defeat and frustrated, I
left my new abode and headed downstairs to raid the first
pop machine. In the process
of it all, 1 was ripped off 90
cents for one can of pop, and
it wasn't even a kind I liked.
Having had enough, I decided
to retire and prepare for my
first day of classes.
Loaded down with all kinds of
notebooks and folders and
feeling relatively sure of myself, I trotted off to my first
class. We must have spent the
first week filling our surveys,
deciphering grading scales,
and figuring out what the
profs wanted of us. After
memorizing the basic do's
and don'ts of the college, I received a notice through campus mail asking me to stop
and visit my R.A. It was a
great feeling knowing that
after one full week in college
I'd goofed up somehow. Did
my parent's check bounce?
Did someone report me for
being rowdy? Not possible.
Totally confused, I headed
down the endless corridor to
my R.A.'s room. I waited.
I finally took a deep breath
and knocked. I heard a pleasant hello and walked inside.
There on the bed with a
stuffed hippo on her lap, was
my R.A. After expecting the
worst, she said, "Congratulations, you've beaten the
freshman syndrome. How do
you like it here?" I sat down
and finally made myself at
home.
Freshman life certainly wasn't
easy! Outside of the obvious
adjustment of being away
from home and having to handle all of my new responsibility and freedom. I had the
problem of having to live
down a stereotype. You prob
ably know the saying, "Freshmen are immature, inexperienced pests, who belong in
their own group." They might
as well hang a sign on our
faces that says "Unclean, Unclean, I'm a Freshman."
It all started on the day that I
came in the summer to register for classes. Right away as
a college rookie, I came up
against the infamous system.
First 1 struggled with registration, meeting with my advisor
who did help a lot. We
planned my schedule for the
next year. After that I listened to a few speeches. By
this time they had discovered
that we were restless, so they
ushered us around the campus allowing us to implement
our photographic minds so
that three months later we
would be able to recall where
our classes were. Then they
bid us farewell till fall.
Then the big day came! After
spending a sorrowful morning
saying good-bye to family and
friends, I was on my way to
Ambrose. Problem number
one was finding places for all
my stuff in my new home.
59
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St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
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