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Wednesday, decern ber 10, 1980
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Dead Week is time for panic, promises, pondering
Dead week-the week before THE
WEEK; that time to tie up loose ends, or to
create new ones; time to polish prose or to
find it from within.
The libraries are packed, filled with
frenzied writers and readers, tightly
wrapped mummies laden with bagging,
bloodshot eyes and heavy heads. Quiet
librarians aid panic-stricken students,
digging up file cards and call numbers and
levels and stacks -enough information to
calm a roaring sea.
If it wasn't for football games, the bars,
intramurals, making new friends-things
that, sometimes, are more important than
classes and grades, it would be different
now. But, I guess I did put off that paper
for awhile, and I guess 1 could've kept up
with my reading and still have done all of
that other stuff-1 guess it would be better
now.
But this is the last semester like that.
Next semester I'll be more prepared ; next
semester I'll get more than two hours of
sleep a night; next semester I'll start earlier;
and next semester I'll know.
But next semester resolutions come and
go, and they roll into the pain of yet
another dead week. And still the libraries
are packed, and still the tensions are
escalated.
The bad news is that dead week means
all of this and more. But the good news is
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the nearness to the finish line that dead
week brings.
(Photographs clockwise: Steve Collins
and Jerry Cain study intently; Dave Struck
pauses to look for something other than a
book on engineering; Julie Finn takes a
moment to contemplate; John Gcist and
Karla Anderson stop to share a few
thoughts; and Pat Kovanda looks for new
information in an old book.)
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Photos & Story
by Mark Billingsley
