Alcalá 1982

YEARBOOK

As editor of this yearsAcala I learned a greatdeal about people andabout myselfand about the

essential meaning of the words loyalty and friendship. The office appropriately renamed the "Mental

Ward" became not only a counseling center, a haven for the hung over and worthless, but also

a local

hangout forjust about anybody with any kind of an excuse for missing class, work, LIFE etc.

Music wasusually goingfull balst with an eternal warbetween Funk, New Wave, Rock and Roll

and Rhythm and Blues ensuing. Above it all I could usually be heard screaming"SHUT UP!" or

"Goddammit the typewriters broken again!" along with various other curses as I watched as my

G.P.A. do slow spirals into nothingness.. . Jean Paul Sartewould have had a field day with the

reality ofproducing a yearbook whileattempting to graduate, now that's absurd. From mid July to

late Febwe all worked, notalways ingood spirits or with greatpatience butwe kept at it anyway.

Michael, I oweyou a special thanks. You could make me laugh ormadder than anyone else, though

perhaps youwere the best becauseyou never quit ... if you walked out sooner or later youwalked

back in. To all the photographers who were always around and whom when introduced replied

"Oh—you're theditor?! To my friends I owe agreat deal for understanding my Dr. Jeckyl-Mr. Hyde

mood swings, thank youMary (PassionCruise . . .), Linda "I'moutta here" Heyn, Dave and Paul,

Katie, Mark, and Steve. Well it's finished now. It's pretty late, Lornas' locked up hours ago and just

about everyonehas either gone home or headed toO.C.s to

's to early to put things in

perspective, if I ever do, but Iremember some really good times, and a helluva lot of work. The best

part ofall of it was having the opportunity to work and laughwith somereally goodpeople. Thank

You.

Alcala' 82

Anita Wilson

Editor