1981 Yearbook
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Title
1981 Yearbook
Description
Science students spend many
night hours in the Lewis Labs. Here
is Tim Burns taking a break from
his work.
Jacquie Reid listens intently to
every word. Some instructors
choose to start class late or maybe
dismiss early on occasion. Because
of the length of the class, boredom
is sometimes a problem.
MOONLIGHTING
It's Monday night and I've just eaten a filling
meal. Though I plan a long, relaxed evening of
television, I remember what I have to do. So I
give-up my comfort and head out into the chilly
dusk. I have a night class. Reaching my destination, I am welcomed by a long and almost quiet
hallway.
Looks like everyone is here, physically anyway.
I look at my watch and wait for the instructor
to begin. He wastes very little time and commences three hours of verbage.
I notice it's almost break time. Only an hour to
go. (You have to be an optimist to survive.)
Finally break arrives, and I place a few coins in
the pop machine. As I sip my root beer, I debate
on whether or not I will return for the second
half. Maybe the prof won't notice if I'm gone.
Pondering for a minute or two. I decide that I'm
too much of a coward to leave. Upon seeing
only three fourths of the class when I return, I
gather that others are more brave than I. Oh
well, she's taking a second attendance so all is
not lost.
As the three hour lecture comes to a close, I
attempt to find reality. I find it difficult to
move. I disentangle myself and limp out into the
now dark, crisp night air.
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night hours in the Lewis Labs. Here
is Tim Burns taking a break from
his work.
Jacquie Reid listens intently to
every word. Some instructors
choose to start class late or maybe
dismiss early on occasion. Because
of the length of the class, boredom
is sometimes a problem.
MOONLIGHTING
It's Monday night and I've just eaten a filling
meal. Though I plan a long, relaxed evening of
television, I remember what I have to do. So I
give-up my comfort and head out into the chilly
dusk. I have a night class. Reaching my destination, I am welcomed by a long and almost quiet
hallway.
Looks like everyone is here, physically anyway.
I look at my watch and wait for the instructor
to begin. He wastes very little time and commences three hours of verbage.
I notice it's almost break time. Only an hour to
go. (You have to be an optimist to survive.)
Finally break arrives, and I place a few coins in
the pop machine. As I sip my root beer, I debate
on whether or not I will return for the second
half. Maybe the prof won't notice if I'm gone.
Pondering for a minute or two. I decide that I'm
too much of a coward to leave. Upon seeing
only three fourths of the class when I return, I
gather that others are more brave than I. Oh
well, she's taking a second attendance so all is
not lost.
As the three hour lecture comes to a close, I
attempt to find reality. I find it difficult to
move. I disentangle myself and limp out into the
now dark, crisp night air.
65
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