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<p>When H was in medical school, he had to take a medical-ethics course that had some pretty heavy duty philosophical reading. He’s the realist / pragmatic kind of person and I’m the head-in-the-clouds-world-of-ideas one, so I did the reading and wrote / typed his paper on my Smith-Corona. His prof liked it so much he asked him to stay after class and talk about it a little more. Hee hee.</p>
<p>The gym had just basketball courts and a pool–no equipment of any sort or track.</p>
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<p>I’m dying to know what year this was!</p>
<p>Applied to 1 college…a high reach (and still is). Got in early decision. I swear the only reason they accepted me was because the school had only started accepting women the year before and they needed to boost their female numbers. </p>
<p>Used a key to enter my dorm room…no swipe card, no punch codes. Come to think of it, I rarely needed the key because most people just left their doors unlocked. Only time the outside doors were locked was vacation time.</p>
<p>One major, no minors or certificates. </p>
<p>The really smart accounting students were recruited by the Big 8 firms. The dream job was an offer from Arthur Anderson.</p>
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<li>Dorms had housemothers and doors did not lock</li>
<li>Women had to wear a dress/skirt to meals (that changed by the time I graduated; you had to wear shoes and not be nude)</li>
<li>Dorms were single sex and there were certain “hours” for visiting; people would shout “man on the floor” if a brother or dad brought up a trunk, etc. (all was co-ed by time I graduated)</li>
<li>Teachers smoked while teaching class</li>
<li>We took tests in “blue books”</li>
<li>No one had electric typewriters and “portable” was 25 pounds</li>
<li>There were quiet hours. And they were quiet.</li>
<li>There was “change day” when you took your sheets and towels to a room where you got clean ones in return.</li>
<li>Most people did not have cars.
10.Registration involved dashing around collecting “punch” cards for the classes you hoped to have and then handing in your “deck”</li>
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<p>So many things on this thread are cracking me up.</p>
<p>Outlines - I was the queen of outlines and I always indented.</p>
<p>Card Catologs, Microfiche, and we used Encyclopedias.</p>
<p>Oh, and I got my Farrah Fawcet haircut my sophomore year.</p>
<p>General Hospital was a big hit and students would crowd into the student union to watch it in the afternoon. I wasn’t a big fan, but I remember being there when there was some big event - I think Erica(?) got married.</p>
<p>Getting a copy (we called it xerox) was a huge deal.</p>
<p>I used to go to the science library and check out calculators with reverse polar notation.</p>
<p>My boyfriend’s roommate made a computer out of TV and a tape deck. (There must have been some other ingredients involved…)</p>
<p>I must have gone to school near the same time as cptofthehouse.<br>
I was blessed to own an electric typewriter, but couldn’t really type, so I let my roomie use it for papers she was paid to type and then she did mine for free.
I didn’t have a hot-pot, it was cheaper to buy one of those Tiawan-made (the “other” China couldn’t sell stuff here) open-coil immersion heaters. If you never used one, imagine a small stove burner coil crossed with a hair-curling iron. Drop it in your coffee cup, plug it in, 2 minutes later the water is boiling. You got them at the equivilent of today’s “Dollar Store”. Cheap. Dangerous.<br>
I gave all my male friends and my younger brother haircuts. It was pretty easy. Divide those long flowing locks into sections and cut 1 or 2 or 4 or so inches evenly off each section. Results are a crude approximation of the haircut the parents sent them off with.<br>
I remember seeing an advertizing poster for a VISA card in the hallway my senior year, and someone had scrawled “Yeah, right!” on it. It was really hard to get a credit card and you actually had to have a job and an income. Imagine that!</p>
<p>My graduation present was an electric typewriter. That was COLLEGE graduation.</p>
<p>Ahh, I got mine for Christmas my senior year of high school. I was Student Council Secretary and had to type up the minutes (on a ditto sheet!)… my parents must have seen my suffering with the ancient cast-iron model my mother had used in high school.</p>
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<p>Me too. I haven’t thought of NoDoz and Tab in years.</p>
<p>Cliff Notes.</p>
<p>Only a few dorm fridges available for rent and no one bought them. We put the beer out on our window ledge in the winter.</p>
<p>Parents helped me move in, then left completely dry-eyed. Well, I was the third child in my family in 3 years to go to college).</p>
<p>All this reminds me when I was a little kid like 7, I used to gush to my mom about the latest genius featured in the local newspaper, students who had GPA’s over 4.0</p>
<p>My mom would always say “It’s no big deal.”</p>
<p>CC reminds me of my younger days in a more humorous way.</p>
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When I was a little kid, my Grandmother would show me stories in the local paper about students who had GPA’s of 4.0 and tell me it WAS a big deal.</p>
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<li><p>I came to college with an electric typewriter - and never used it. My new friends taught me to use the IBM mainframe word processor at 2 am the night before the first paper was due. I was “on the cusp!” The mainframe lived in a giant building across campus, and the public terminal in the dorm had a roll of paper for output instead of a screen.</p></li>
<li><p>I took the SAT twice, since I had a fever of 102 during the first testing and bombed the math portion.</p></li>
<li><p>The dormitory had a TV room. This was a good thing, as I met my future husband while we were watching the evening news about a space launch. We married many years later on the same day of the year found by looking up the date of the launch!</p></li>
<li><p>College clubs made money by showing 16 mm movies in large lecture halls. You haven’t lived until you have seen the James Bond flicks and Plan Nine from Outer Space with a college audience.</p></li>
<li><p>No students owned VCRs, but a few clubs used them for entertainment “movie nights” for members. I ran one of these programs since I had a car to get to the video store.</p></li>
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<p>astrodeb, when H was writing his thesis, someone in the computer science dept brought out this new, non-punch-card way to print things like documents!.. the binders were huge stacks of light-green and lighter-green lines of type, but Glory hallelujah, you didn’t have to pay the thesis-approved typist to make every correction.
The faculty responded by insisting on every little correction and another semester’s review…</p>
<p>This thread is reminding me of things I had forgotten…
I went to class in a Quonset hut (there was just one on our campus)
and used a Reverse Polish Notation calculator - in grad school and at work -
and ordered paper “cut and paste” papers on the floor
and was occasionally paid to type for people.</p>
<p>I was considered gutsy and a bit loony at my high school because I applied to a college that was out of state (didn’t have the guts to go there, though). Our overworked guidance counselors wouldn’t process more than 4 college applications, so we chose carefully. Everyone automatically applied to the state flagship as one of the four–whether as a reach, match or safety.</p>
<p>We had to take a Phys. Ed. class each semester of freshman year. Because I was unable to do any push-ups (or was it chin-ups?), I was placed in “remedial bodywork” first semester. We all were weighed at the beginning and end of the semester. In my case the “remediation” was a dismal failure, as I gained weight. Second semester I chose swimming, but cut so many classes that I faced the prospect of swimming continously for an entire day to make them all up–until the Student Strike of spring '70, when the administration gave us all the option of taking our midterm grade for any class. I never got near the pool again.</p>
<p>Our freshman year hall phone was shared by 16 girls, and it had a lock (a cylinder that went through one of the rotary dial holes) so people passing through couldn’t use it. Each time the bill came it was a major event to allocate the long distance calls and then collect the money.</p>
<p>I dried my hair with one of those contraptions that had a flexible hose connecting the blower to an elastic bonnet that fit badly over my giant plastic rollers.</p>
<p>Life would not have been liveable without erasable typing paper (called “corrasable” for some reason).</p>
<p>When I got food poisoning from a cafeteria misstep, the infirmary kept me overnight and gave me Junket for breakfast. (Go Google it. Astonishingly, it still exists.) Since my meal plan didn’t include breakfast, the school billed my parents for it. They didn’t take it well.</p>
<p>In some misguided attempt at originality or rebellion or something, our class voted that we would have, in lieu of a yearbook, a “year box” of loose pages, literally stacked in a box. (It’s a great conversation piece to this day.) Some seniors made some point or another by refusing to wear caps and gowns. (It all made sense at the time…I think.)</p>
<p>microfiche…</p>
<p>We used microfilm. I never heard of microfiche until grad school.</p>
<p>A panty raid (after women’s curfew) was really exciting!</p>