All men should strive to learn, before they die, what they are running from,
and to, and why. The members of the Class of '66 did quite a bit of running this
September, but there might have been a few times when they weren't too sure where
they were going or where they had been. There were even a few despondent Why's
sobbed, especially when they discovered that the activities of Freshman Week included
the start of classes, which have a habit of interrupting social life. However, thanks
*o th e valiant efforts of a brigade of Big Sisters and Big Brothers, the casualty list was
small.
After the ice had been broken between roommates and groups of friends had
gotten together, the freshmen settled into the college routine of classes—and week
ends. Led by Mary Pat, Donna, and Ann, the class started to discover itself. Jean,
Mary J„.
d Sue, actually brought order to the awkward tribe, and the success of
the Freshmen Follies shows that Jan, Cynthia, and Lynne Anne, were the officers of a
pretty efficient crew. If anyone doubted its ability, he was convinced by the job done
on the Toy Drive under Marsha, Patti, and Anne.
After surviving finals and being fortified by their retreat they started new classes
again but this time as members of a real class. They didn't have to run any more;
they knew where they were going and how to get there. The Supper Dance went
smoothly (and profitably), and the class party showed that they were a successful
group as a social unit as well as a parliamentary body. Mary Jo, Jean, Anne, and
Donna, knew they could undertake projects and have them done well; after all—how
could the Class of '66 fail, with a "guardian angel" like Mary Pat?