Front Lawn... Student gives in to lazyafternoon antics unday morning - 11:30 - Today was such a gorgeous day. I did not think I could waste it watching yet another afternoon of ICW wrestling or Dallas football on television. So I decided to venture out into the patch of flora known as the front lawn. Armed with my trusty quilt and portable radio, off I went. 11:42 - After I settled into my patch of grass and tuned the radio to the local light rock station, I started to delve into Wuthering Heights. Right as it was getting really good, a frisbee landed on my head. Looking up, I noticed a group of the finest examples of the male species standing there, looking sheepish. I smiled, quite graciously, and flipped their possession back to them. I cannot live with this, I thought, so I moved. 12:11- What a perfect day! The sun was shining, the temperature was hovering at about 75, and my book was getting really good. I wondered if it was assigned in English 104, but then I figured I answered that when I said it was good. 12:34 - The multitudes from late church passed by me giving me "Did you attend services this morning, pagan?" looks. I just smiled smugly in the knowledge that I heard all of Mike Cope's jokes at 8: 15 when they were really funny. But this was such a beautiful day .even their doubtful, inquisitive looks could not phase me from enjoying this. 1: 31 I was being distracted, quite unpleasantly, I might add, by the actions of the couple on the quilt next to me. Previously, they were just studying but now it was, well, just so lovey dovey. I kept clearing my throat and sending Jimmy Allen glances their way hoping to promote Ba.re necessities. Juniors Anita Kerr, and Susan Deslauriers, from Holyoke, Colorado, and Karen Reynolds, a junior from Batesville, Arkansas, carry all of the items necessary for a productive study session - blankets and pillows. A study session on the lawn usually turned out to_ be a rest for a weary soul's eyes. - photo by Hernan Riverol. some sort of other activity they could participate in that would be less offensive to me, without seeming like Jane Holler-Than-Thou, but to no avail. 2:05 - It seems that everything I had tried to do on the front lawn had been in some way distracted. From frisbee players with overactive aims to couples with early spring fever, to late churchgoers with overactive righteous indignation, my afternoon had turned into quite an aggravation. So why was I still there? Because only here could I be surrounded with the traditions and memories that were truly Harding. Because of all the places on campus it was the most beautiful. And, despite the distractions, it being the center of this campus, it helped me to focus more on the center of my life through its beauty and p~ace. _And that I can live with. <@> - Lisa Thompson Benched. On a busy day, seniors Dave Finley, from Lowell, Ohio, and Debbie Raley, from Frederick, Maryland, take out a few moments to catch up with each other's lives. People used the bench in the middle of the front lawn only when all of the swings were full. - photo by Santos Castro. Path play. Sophomore Bill Everett, from Conroe, Texas, and Phillip Tucker, a freshman from Nashville, Tennessee, pass the time away by goofing off near the brick path. This path successfully divided the front lawn into two sections: one for frisbee and touch football, and the other for study and sleep. - photo by Jerry Traughber. Front Lawn 25
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