Were the Seniors of 1952

Four years. Perhaps more than four for some of us; perhaps fewer than that for others. It doesn't make a great deal of difference now. Any way you look at it, it is just about over. Not our education. They tell us that's just begun. What is ending is that period in our lives that we can never live again. Sure, we can go into graduate study, and some of us will. But think for a minute. Will the situation be the same? Will our instructors be as understanding - guide our wayward steps - grin and bear our ignorant questions - tolerate our answers that missed the point entirely, as they have done during our undergraduate days; or will they assume the attitude that the need for guidance and a certain kind of sympathy no longer exists?

Perhaps we have just begun to live. Our education has just begun, and they also tell us a foundation has been laid for a superstructure. It all makes sense. We are to build the superstructure.

Some of us will, no doubt, eventually become masters of the arts. Some of us may, some day, earn the degree of Doctor in our specialties. Some of us will get our Bachelor's degree and lose our bachelor status, while others will get Bachelors' and win bachelors.

The best four years of our lives to date are ending. Try as we may, we cannot live those four years again. Is it not proper, then, to pause here and look back upon the four best years (to date) of our lives? Can we forget, so early, that embryonic stage of college life - the Freshman stage? Can we forget the passing from that classification to Sophomore? Have we forgotten how it felt to be an upper classman and then to reach the magical status of Senior? No.

We remember all these things, and more too. We remember Cooper's and the Airport Inn. We remember Port Terminal Inn, Kares', Five Points and Clark's. We will not soon forget Brady's and Kennedy's. Sadie Hawkins Day, May Day, the Azalea Festival, and Homecoming are events that have become vital aspects in our education. We realize now that education does have a social side. These events, and others, serve as concrete proof that book learning is only half an education.

We have seen our classmates grow in number, and we have witnessed an increase in faculty members. We have seen new buildings take form and rise, and we have seen another war begin. Some of us will, no doubt, participate in it. We have seen the name of our school change, and we have witnessed the promulgation of a new schedule, the result of which Saturday classes are almost a thing of the past.

We have grown with our Alma Mater, and we have learned to love her with a love that cannot die - cannot be taken from us - a love so profound that we struggle for adequate words to express it.

Others will replace us as we move on to build our superstructures. While they are receiving the finishing touches on their foundations, we hope our structures will be taking the correct form. If we strive hard enough with the foundation each of us has, we can justly take pride in saying, "We were the Seniors of 1952."