Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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New Editor's Note The Gamecock received the following letters from a girl who lives in New York. She is looking for a USC student she met over Spring Break in Florida. We have her address and phone number. So, if you want to get in touch with her Tom, give us a call or come up to the Gamecock office and Cou TO THE EDITOR I would like to commen publishing the Course Guide. E all undergraduate courses, I help many students prepare a give them a general idea of whf JL' 1C1V1ICI (IV1II13UII Acting Editor-in-Chief Not so long ago (just yesterc away (down the street at the lib an age old cry for justice, vei paper in an untampered atmos the pond of five or six ducks, I that frpnnprit tlio nnHorarAim^ v"~ the unwilling participants and v It all began long, long ago, ( each class at the great universi one to their underlings, uttere< "You people have a paper due 1\ paper, but it must contain bite known to man in your chosen s and work, fight, commit crime born to your typist, but get because it takes youacademic paper does not mean I can't gra With that they were off. Th listened to some music, watchc got unrecognizably drunk. The man (or woman) says the pape be realistic. No one in his rigl term paper three months in ad^ They waited. They survive semester like other papers, pr< realization was upon them lik< rice is not totally white, parti but that's another story). Th God. (ihqkofi mm WVUDt LOCATING mm NASI * Yorker Sec we'll let you know how to contact her. TO THE EDITOR ft: f ? -A- 1 A A W nn i in a siuaeni at lona College, New Rochelle, N.Y., and I'm trying to get in touch with a student of USC. His name is Tom, and we met during Spring Break in rse Guide ( a siuaent Government for !ven though it does not contain believe that those listed will ind plan for their classes and it to expect from instructors. iay, actually) and not so far rary) there arose the latest in lgence, and the right to do a phere. There on the banks of 3ehind the glass walls, those treasures realized they were ictims of Stack Wars. >n or about February 2 . In ty of the wisest of the wise, or J H -J- 1 j uit; uieaucu piucianiuiiun, lay 3. This is not any ordinary > and pieces of all knowledge ubject area. Now go out there is and barter away your firstthat paper in on time. Just lowlifes nine weeks to do a ide it in 20 minutes." ley immediately went home, id TV, played video games, or i logic behind this being if the r in due May 3, then we should it mind is going to start on a fance of the due day. H tho minnr inpiHpnts of the >jects, and Spring Break. Then ; white on rice (actually some cularly the rice at Bojangles, e paper. The library. Oh my ?????? ?i??ta unuclem a will issue jensenw 5THE r*\ tW.W BErafj fv|[ ^ wmmmmmmammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm >ks USC St Florida. We were supposed to meet at the beach to exchange addresses, but my car broke down and I spent the day at my pool. I know it's a long-shot finding him (especially knowing so little about him) but this is very important to me and I have to at least try. We met at "Lory's Landing in Stuart, Fla., on 1ommendai I'm sure that as Student G< harder the Course Guide will s part of student orientation and i Everywhere they spread like rough-snod over a cosmic picn looks of confusion, terror, anger "Where in the hell is the 197' Science?" "Look lady, what do you it Camus' diary translated form other native African tongues, < bibliography?" The scene darkened and th< violent. People swore when th< journal, or the entire journal mi Perhaps the saddest of all wa encountered the dreaded creal (Many of these beings are on tl equally bizarre and frustrating a chord in everyone's memor creature were two geology stud it all the loose change in the fr something about geologic tim< was apparent they needed sen tome dealing with such an inl will have cocktail party convei encountering that information, sucking copy beast wasn't that by the future geologists of Ame creature in the library in opera The line was growing and the of teeth, but all anyone could d primary means of transport knowledge were also taking the and III were in no hurry to spiri direction. The night went on.The madrn so long was the haven of hardn those content to survive on G< was tragic. Only time can he semblance of peace to the sta regular time according to J around May 15 should just abou emc*f6o[* fmS 55S555SB555S555355S5 udent Thursday April 8th, where we danced the night away. My name is Barbara, and I hnvo Inner hrmun hair anH V* V TT imil MIIU brown eyes, and I'm from New York City. I was with my cousin and he was with his roommate. If you see this Tom, will you please write to me. I want to keep in touch. BARBARA NETTI lie >vernment continues to work >oon grow and become a vital registration. ELAINE MOORER Advertising Junior thousands of ants trampling ic. Everywhere there were , and dismay. 7 British Journal of Political lean you don't have Albert French into Swahili and all complete with footnotes and s confrontations grew more ey found missing pages in a ssing. s observed when the students bure from the planet Xerox, he loose and hail from other, places, but xerox tenas to nit y.) There, hunched over the I ents. They were force feeding ee world and kept muttering e and the Paleolithic Age. It ni-legible copies of an entire teresting topic. I'm sure they rsation for eons to come after The problem with the nickelit was being used and abused ;rica, but it was the only such tion last night. re was weeping and gnashing o was hurry up and wait. The ation through the halls of kit* tiAnH ctuoot (imo Htic T TT hJTT VVV villi V/ V/VIW A A | t their riders in either vertical | ess grew. The library that for core students was invaded by jntlemen's C's. The overload al the wounds and restore a cks. Not geological time, but ulian Calendar. Somewhere t do it. J?[ m%>.\ r I * ;i \ ! : Lezlie Wallace ?THirnri"?7 I I began to dread it the very first day of the semester. I can even tell you what time it was when I found out. My Theatre and Speech professor passed out the syllabus, and there it was. Due in April, a five minute speech. Now, I don't mind getting up in front of people and talking? that was not the problem, or the cause of my anguish. The speech had to be researched. That meant one thing? the library. I happen to suffer from a disease known to several college students? libraphobia, or, fear of libraries. I'm sure there are worse things than having to go to the I library. I don't know what they are, but I'm sure there's something 0Have you ever noticed they're trying to change the library image? The buildings used to be so old, and big, and musty, and dusty, and squeaky. Today, they are building libraries that are carpeted, air conditioned, and in general, more modern. But I think the worst thing about going to the library is . knowing in advance you have to go. This semester, I had about 12 weeks to dread the trip. Every time I'd walk down Greene Street, as I dodged cars, I'd notice the library, sitting there, waiting for me. It was laughing at me, knowing it would win? it would get me through doors sooner or later. Monday it happened. I had to go. I tried to call Dr. Strickland to try and get him to reconsider, but it was in vain. It was inevitable. I was doomed to suffer through an evening at Thomas Cooper. I could only hope the agony wouldn't last long. My topic should have a lot of information readily available so it shouldn't take long. Hopefully I could be out in 15-30 minutes. Monday afternoon, I called my roommate's boyfriend David, who is a Thomas Cooper regular, to get some advice on how to handle myself in the library: "David, I'm going to the library." "No, not you Lezlie, I don't believe it." "Yeah, I have to." "Do you need directions on how to get there?" He was no help. So, regardless, Monday night I undertook my journey. I was unable to invent any excuses for not going, despite my best efforts. I bid my roommate farewell, noticing the pity in her eyes. I walked slowly up the long ramp which led to the library. I saw a friend and stopped to talk to him. "Hi Lezlie. Where are you going?" "To the library." "Oh?I'm so sorry. What can I say?" "Nothing.lt happens to everyone." "T he pain will go away." "Yeah, I'll be O.K. I'll get over it." I finally arrived. My game plan was to try and blend in? to make everyone think I was a regular, and knew the "ropes" of the library. I stepped up to the door? it didn't open. Then I saw the sign? "Please Use Other Door." I was so embarrassed. Everyone was looking and snickering. I slid over quickly to the other door. T antnxnrl - ? Jl Til l-i - ' . x cmci ru emu was uiauiiiiiy <xiiict^cu: intji e were a iui ui people there! I wasn't alone, it was actually crowded! This arose my curiosity? was it always like this? I saw my friend Joey, and asked him about the crowd. He then informed me that if I was to return Sunday afternoon, I would see three people there? the reference librarian, the guard at the door, and him. I told him I would take his word for it. I went and found my list of magazines. So far, I was proud of myself. I thought I looked like I knew what I was doing. Then I ran into a problem. I discovered one of my magazines was on the mezzaine level. I had never heard of it. I didn't even know what a mezzaine was! So, I asked a student where me mezz? sometning was. He looked at me like I was stupid, and said that it was the upstairs level. Before I turned around, I learned that he was visiting Thomas Cooper with some of his fellow high school students. I was still not home free. I though that the only things upstairs were old books. So, I went up and started exploring. There were people up there who I noticed were laughing at me. Eventually, I discovered the book stacks portion of the mezzaine level. I was impressed. I never knew all that was back there! I always thought that there was empty space back there. So, finally, I photocopied my articles, and escaped. It was very satisfying to walk out those doors. I enjoyed the feeling I got knowing that all those people outside were watching me leave, and envying me for my self-discipline, thinking 1 was smart since i naa Deen to tne liDrary. But l was especially elated because I knew that I would not have to return for the library for quite a while. Or so I thought. There was a message on my bed when11 returned home. I had to work with a group on a paper for another class. We met Tuesday night to write it. Guess where we met? The Thomas Cooper Library.