54
rHUMURE YEAR
SOPHOMORE year we were still the class of 1941, but that was about
all and in response to a general demand we spent the year in the shadows
of various buildings. If anyone saw us, they didn't speak to us and that was
the way the year went. And that is why no one can remember Sophomore
year; it was all gray and the rain came down steadily although we didn't
have boots the way the little girls do now.
We became conscious of work Sophomore year. Freshman year we
had done our work as a matter of course but Sophomore year we found
that there was some choice so we immediately made the wrong choice and
that was the year we started to fail the orals and drop required courses.
In February we made a Concerted Effort as a class, rather like a St.
Bernard trying to climb into someone's lap—which is a new way of saying
we made a plan for terrorism and rowdyism in the approved Fascist
manner and kidnapped a Freshman in good order. As we had misunder-
stood our obligations we were in turn misunderstood and perhaps some
day we will all come to a bad end.
But the class was united momentarily which was a good thing; for
the most part the shadows of the year were so dark that we couldn't see
one another and some people did get lost in the cloisters and haven't
been seen since. Other members of the class got lost on committees
Sophomore year; the committees that make the wheels of the campus
turn until the machine crushes you which is beside the point.
Finally May Day dawned bright and clear, but as it had been rain-
ing the night before when our President and Vice-President tacked the
streamers to the Maypoles from the high ladder, they had called the whole
thing off out of dizziness and wet despair. So it didn't do May Day any
good to dawn bright and clear. As far as the Sophomore class went, it
was raining, which was typical.
