Cornell, the learning place.

Cornell University in Ithaca, New York is truly one of the best schools in the country if not the world for many disciplines. I was very fortunate to be excepted in the spring of 1973 and enter the fall of 1973. The first couple of weeks in September that year were the warmest, but as the weather goes in upstate New York, just hang a round for a while and it will change.

The freshman year is one that students get "weeded out" as they say. I remember a day in Bailey Hall before classes started and the President of the College spoke to all of us freshman and said "look to each side of you, now one of won't be here at the end of the year." How true that statement was. I almost was one of those didn't make it, I thought freshman biology and chemistry was easy, until the tests. The test are designed to not pass. So I had to make a change and kick everything realated to studing up a few notches. Well, from that point on all subjects need to be a priority and I was to be a full time and I mean full time nose to the grind stone student. This was going to be serious. This is Cornell, this is Ivy League, and I loved it.

The second semester freshman year was a little bit lighter in scope which allowed me to concentrate on the subjects and that I did. A freshman architecture class was a favorite, figure drawing was another very interesting as well as learning how to draw humane figures quickly. The professor was awsome. There two of us men students in a room of eighteen woman. The compositions were nude students. My first thought was, I wonder if we take turns. That was not the case, they were students who were paid for their modeling. The other classes were chemestry, art history for an english class, and another enviromental ecology course.