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Campus Life
In the 9{eius

%eggie Leivis

Senior Section











COT b 1994


This boof^ is dedicated to the
memory of 'Reggie Lewis, a- hero
both on the basketball court
and off it.






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mething you won't forget.
Indeed. Jrom the cold zvinters
to the hot summers, from the
glitzy loof^ of the city to our
small urban campus, the memo-
ries of 9{prtheastern University
will never fade. "We toiled
through five long years and sur-
vived, as warriors against astern
concrete jungle. 'We faced the
problems that plague the inner
city and created a temporary
haven for ourselves. ( Ihis is the
final journey on what has been a
spectacular college career. "Enjoy
the breathtaking e?(periences all
over again.

V^iadulating. NU gave us the per-
fect place to hang out - right in the J
center of campus.


-he parks. Too
much green and
water never hurt
the psyche. The
Boston "jCommon
answered our de-
sires for a country-
like setting.


trademark land-
mark - The Pruden-
tial Center was the
centerpiece of our
campus' backdrop
and also a focal
point for those poor
lost souls who tried
to stumble home
late at night from
other parts of the

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character. While concrete
doesn't command attention, it
nonetheless sets ariveting tone.
It beams of hard wor/^ and a
solid foundation, TLach piece
maizes the whole stronger. And
when the finishing touches of
foliage and groundwork are
added -properly, a dull campus
becomes an ornate labyrinth.
It may not be paradise, but it
produces a wonderment and
excitement all its own, and
provides an unforgettable
backdrop for our 'University.

finally, some char-
acter. Void of all color
and style, NU's cam-
pus got a major boost
when the new Stu-
dent Center was con-



-^-^spite its concrete exterior, Kariotis Hall was
one of few buildings on campus with character.



-ersonality. Life the citi-
zens of 'Boston, 'Hgrtheastern
students have enmeshed in
them a blue-collar streak Jar
from the spoils of the country-
sides, our urban souls sweat
and toil for every opportunity,
grasping the moment while
looking toward the future,
'We've felt pain and love in
the same breath and clung to-
gether as one 'University
through the harshest of times,
9lere is something we definetly
won't forget - each other.








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kon nights, Tourists and
those who've never been to Bos-
ton see only one side, They mar-
vel at (Boston's history and its
18th century architecture, but
leave behind one of the city's
best assets - nightlife. Our col-
lege experience would have been
replete were it not for Tower
Records staying open past mid-
night and over 100 bars staying
openpastl a.m. 9{gt to mention
many of the movie theaters, com-
edy clubs, pizza places and
Quincy 9\dar((et shops which
catered to us late night.


-tainting its way across Hun-
tington Ave., the Copley Plaza]
bridge is ablaze when the sun |
sets and nightfall takes over.


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passerby enjoys a stroll past the Christian Science Center Fountain.



itropolitan Magic. (De-
spite all the violence, the
pollution, noise and cold per-
sonalities, 'Boston provides a
soothing warmth life no other
city in America. < The historical
mi?(es with tht modern in a truly
phenomenalcrescendo. Jromthe
towering skyscrapers to the
bricfelain streets of the Bac/^
Bay, Boston is an architectural
marvel for which we had a post-
card-life view each day.

Copley Square
offered every-
thing from a
history lesson
to a relaxing
walk in the


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delicate blend - no sight im
pressed more than the balance o
buildings and bushes around th
Prudential area



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dream, Although far re-
moved from the zuildCife that
covers much offtfew England,
the city's surroundings lifted
us bac^into a natural habitat
of sorts, Qreen grass and foli-
age somehow splotched itself
through the maze of streets and
skyscrapers. While campus pro-
vided little so lace J or the nature
lover, the city came through,
easing our minds and calming
our stressful lives with peri-
odic deviations from the norm.

a place to play, a place to tan and
most of all, a place to just get away.



quite uncom- 1
mon Common. Cit-
ies across the court-!
try have trouble!
comparing their
parks to Boston's!
main green. Revolu- ,
tionary heroes such
as Paul Revere blend
with foliage to create
a scintillating scene

J \ot a bad backdrop, eh? But
the foreground is what capti-
vated us most. Trees and green
grass. Not too often did we get
a chance to enjoy them.

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We only had 55 acres
of flush concrete to work
with, but we certainly
made the most of it. Aca-
demics always came first,
but more important issues
always seemed to barge
into our lives, like -party-
ing, going out to eat or
just hitting the area in
search of shopping.
Though campus provided
us with our own wonder-
ful moments, it also chal-
lenged our patience and
limits. Here's a look at
some of those unforget-
table sagas.


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All Photos by Kim Pelletier

There were no great big frat houses or
rolling hills to sumble across late at night,
but that didn't stop NU students from
partying until they dropped.

In fact, none of the local bars (i.e.
Maxwell's, Our House, Punters) had des-
ignated student nights, so boozehounds
made it their place from Wednesday
through Saturday, and almost always on
Sunday and Monday holidays. There
wasn't a bar that wasn't jumpin' and there
wasn't a student who could claim he or she
was never face down at least once in their
five years.

Part of the NU experience was, after all,
learning how to imbibe. From freshman
kegs to 1 8-and-over nights to bar hopping,
Husky students pushed liquor to the limit
and often, it was not a pleasant experience.

The reason for all the endless swilling?
Well, five years in a city doesn't exactly
put a student at ease. Co-ops were tough
work for some of us. And school sucked,
especially with the pressure of a mindless
1 0-week quarter constantly barreling down

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our throats. We just needed an elixir to
soothe a dry larynx.

So, what were our favorite drinks? We
blue-collar folk like our $1.75
Knickerbockers luke warm, thank you.
Oh, and that $8-a-case Golden Anniver-
sary always worked to loosen the bowels.
Mixed drinks were never really in vogue,
but shots and bottles were, from Absolut to

Peachtree Schnapps to 151. Most of the
time, though, anything that was either free,
stolen from somebody's fridge, or deliv-
ered to the front door by Keg King was
good for us. We weren't picky, and after
four or five, we didn't care anyway.

Don't want you to think that all we did
was drink. But more liquid probably passed
through us than the Panama Canal from

'89-'94. Most of you probably don't
remember all the time you wasted away
in those bars.

But you probably still feel the hang-
overs. That's something you won't
forget. We all have Maxwell's and Our
House to thank for keeping us strapped
to the chairs until 2 a.m. for last call.
Good thing we never had to drive.





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A lost generation .... a really lost

Parents, old-timers, school teachers
and just about every elder spokesperson
in the country figured they had us pegged.
We were a lost generation, an MTV
generation, one which reeked of a
cluelessness to the world and an igno-
rance to the past. Maybe they were right.
Just look at our clothing.

In vogue this was not. By 1993, we
were back with Jan Brady and David
Cassidy, wearing straight hair,
bellbottoms and tacky plaids. About the
only things we left behind from the 70' s
were the polyester and the Partridge Fam-
ily Bus. We even took back the side-
burns. Man, what were we thinking.

For some reason, though, we had
style, or at least we thought we did. We
traded in the 80' s ripped jeans for baggy
jeans. We got rid of big, ironboard
hairsprayed hair for straight, neatly

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parted hair. We also invented the grunge
look, inspired by groups like Nirvana,
and sported Doc Martin shoes and boots,
which often looked more dorky than
those rubber-soled shoes Mom made us
wear in elementary school.

Women brought back platform shoes
and clogs. They must have had a reason,
although heels and flats looked fine just
the way they were. Flannels also made a



brief comeback. We were dressed to
kill, if not to go out and party, then to
secure that all-important final Hallo-
ween bag.

As freshmen we entered the col-
lege world with caution. Jeans, plain T-
shirts and sweats were the conservative
attire. An occasional polo shirt or rugby
was O.K. too. By senior year, however,
goutees littered the faces of men, women

went back to pencil-thin eyebrows
and chokers, and the persona of stu-
dents had changed from crowd-fol-
lowers to rebels.

Despite sporting the look of a lost
generation, we carried the spirit of a
generation more in tune and much
more conscious to the world than
anyone could have imagined, plat-
form shoes or not.




The tour group stopped just outside of
Churchill Hall. About a dozen or so pro-
spective freshmen looked at the surround-
ings. The guide began talking about the
new library and about campus improve-
ments. One of the kids whispered to his
father, "Campus? Is this it? What kind of
improvements did they make? This place
is a dump."

If he only knew.

We came through NU's gates in the
nick of time. Any sooner, and we would
have been engulfed by the billowing Ell
Center cigarette smoke, an overflowing
bookstore or the darkness that boomed
over the Ell Dining Room. Not to men-
tion the maze of white brickface tower-
ing over us at every turn. We got a taste
of that. The campus was not pretty.

As one of his many promises to the
university, John Curry put campus im-
provement at the top of his list. And in
the five years that we patrolled NU's
concrete jungle, we watched an unbe-
lievable transformation take place. By

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1992, we were given a national award by
First Lady Barbara Bush for the most
improved urban campus in the country.
As sophomores, we saw the construc-
tion of the largest college library in New
England. In its dust was left the remains
of Dodge Library, a study dungeon for
only those brave enough to endure its
1 10-degree temperatures.

We moved into middlerdom, and
WHOA!!!! That concrete jungle sud-
denly had green things sprouting from it.

Grass and leaves and squirrels rustled
by our feet. Suddenly, the cinders were
ashed and the rats were sent scurrying to
a new haven on Westland Ave. next to
the Stop & Shop.

As juniors, everything on campus
was Gliddened. Matthews Arena and
the Uptown Garage got a lovely tan
painting. And, in a major spruce-up job,
massive red signs went on every white-
bricked building, helping students find
their classrooms (for once), the gym and

their dorms.

We became seniors, and they rolled
out the red carpet, right out the side of
the Ell Center. And there it was.
brand spanking new dining area, fillec
with leafy plants, new tables, and a
new ... Pizza Hut. So what if we had a
bookstore with 78 panes of glass. In
living neon was Pizza Hut. This was
it! ! Doesn't take much to make a kid
happy. Now if we could only get a real
football stadium built



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Homecoming was sort of a strange phe-
nomenon at Northeastern. Unlike Michi-
gan, Notre Dame, and even Boston Col-
lege, parents did not jet across the country
to visit their sons and daughters for what
was termed a football extravaganza week-
end. And even if they did, the football
game wasn't always where most ended up.

For the few who did attend the festivi-
ties, though, it was always a good time. The
pep rally and parade down Huntington
Avenue pushed forth some school spirit
seen only at tournament basketball games
and the Beanpot. The tailgating was a blast,
and even watching the football team be-
came in vogue after a 1992 demolition of
Rhode Island.

To the 7,000 strong who partied and
braved a soggy October afternoon, our hats
go off to you. To those who remained for
the end of the football game in the water-
ladened bleachers, you were truly spirited.
What a football game you saw. Our
Huskies pounded the ball at UMass for

three quarters for a 17-7 edge. Then the
floodgates opened, however, and UMass
surged for 14 points in the final quarter to
knock us off.

As usual the festivities outdid the game.
A special thanks to all those who put in
countless hours to make it happen. And
congratulations to Steve Nuzzolo, who
was named Mayor of Huntington Ave. and
Melissa Buckley, NU's homecoming





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Just before senior year started, you
found you had a problem ... or at least
that's what Financial Aid told you. "We
don't remember getting any loan check
for you this year." You responded,
"That' s funny because I have a copy of
the loan check right here."

Then housing called. That room you
requested three months ago? Well, they
claimed their computers went down and
told you they wouldn't know about
housing until August 30th, two days
before your present lease was to expire.
Then came the trifecta. During Se-
nior Week, you just happened to go to
the Bursar's Office to make sure every-
thing was peachy with them so you
could get the hell out of NU for good.
"Well, it seems we're missing $3,000
from you." You said, "That's impos-
sible." You checked all the items and it
seems they missed out on a federal
grant, some $3,000 worth. You called
the federal grant company and they
said, "It's in Northeastern's hands."



Great. In Northeastern's hands. Just
the place you didn't want it to be.

It wasn't bad enough, the standing in
line at 6:30 a.m. to sign up for classes
that you never got. It wasn't even that
bad that Financial Aid sent you to the
Bursar's Office, who sent you to the
Cashier who sent you to Student Loans.

Nope. It was the $3,000 miscalculations
or the lack of any semblance of common
sense that disturbed you the most.

The good thing was that you weren't
the only one. Chances are, there were
often 250 other students waiting with
you at Add/Drop and another 20 or more
who couldn't understand why you had

to go all the way to another building on
another floor to pay two bucks for a

Red tape was all around and it usu-
ally tangled all of us.

The housing department was the best.
During the summer of '93 when they
couldn't figure out who was living





In today's competitive world, more and more Northeastern students *

are out there making a name for themselves And so is the University.
In fact, US Atv ■ and Ki-rW &■;■.■<>■,' recently ranked Northeaslern's
law school fourth best in the nation for rfc clinical training program. In
The Ultimate Guide: Tbp Business Schools, our Graduate School of
Business Administration was s<-W< i.<*d as unc of Vv, England's five best.


research citations in the physical sciences

S'if.h-'jj.U'rn 1 mwT-ity is also among the top 25 nationally in dol-
lars awarded for contract research m i'H:r;< al n^in spring. {In New
England, we're second only to M IT ) And over Ihe last three years, the
amount of research grants awarded to Northeastern has actually doubled

This year, Professor Harlan Line'-, disl.iuiiiish-'-l wurk with the deaf
earned him one of 31 intemationa! MacArthur Foundation 'genius'
grants And sociologist Jack Levin was chosen Massachusetts professor


of the year. Students in our physician assistants' program placed fourth
in the nation on their board exams And 14 of our physics researchers
were chosen to be part of a (500 million experiment at the world's most
powerful atom smasher.

So we're making big news these days at Northeastern. And in the
midst of it alt, we're maintaining our personal commitment to each and
every student. That's why our class sizes are so small: 703> of the under-
graduate classes at Northeastern have 30 or fewer students. Thai's also


why we're the world leader in cooperative education, an individualized *

work-study program that gives students one-on-one contact not only
with professors, but with professionals in their chosen field. Which is
probably why 93% of our recent graduates are satisfied wiLh the career
preparation their Northeastern education gave them.

Add it all up, and you'll see why so many achievement-oriented
individuals are studying, teaching, working and prospering at
Northeastern University.


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where, they broke down to the point
that when students called, they told
them that "the power was out because
of the hurricane last week." Ironically,
that hurricane never made it past North
Carolina and there was never a power
outtage near NU. They also moved their
office to Speare Hall and changed the

office name in the Ell Building to the
Housing Department. The office at
Speare was now Residential Life. All
this for only $575 a month. Pardon me,
I'd rather live off campus.

There were class conflicts, seating
conflicts every night at Matthews, MAC
usage conflicts, Gym hour conflicts, con-

flicts with overbearing proctors, and
every other bureaucratic conflict imag-

Guess we couldn't expect perfec-
tion from one of the largest schools in
the country. But then again, $3,000 was
a bit much to ask.





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While standing in line, I looked around quickly. Surveying the store, I see no
recognizable faces. Then, an old dorm-mate walks in. Or was it? I can't really
tell. Maybe it's just nerves. Do I recognize the girl behind the counter? God, I
think I know her. Is this worth it?

This paranoia overwhelms me here at CVS. On the walk down Mass Ave. I
think I ignored three kids from my Statistical Thinking class. And I ducked into
Economy Hardware, just to be sure I wasn't seen. Now I have in my hands a
soda, some shampoo, this week's Sports Illustrated... and condoms. This
condom-buying makes me nervous, but it's worth it. Must be safe, absolutely
certain everything is all right. But God am I nervous.

I'm nervous later, after doing the thing I bought the condoms for. Jeez, was
it good? Is she OK? Did the condom break? Good Lord I hope not. This isn't
just a Maxwell's hook-up. We've been together for a while. There is nothing
to worry about... I think. ( I hope.)

Across the page, you will read about how fun and good and exciting sex is.
While it may be these things, it is also scary and stressful. Even just laying the
groundwork for sex (meeting someone, going out, etc.) is nerve-racking. By the
time you reach the "big moment" you are on all-out stress levels.

There is so much responsibility in sex, and it all revolves around two issues:
disease and pregnancy. No one wants to get sick, and at this precious stage in
our lives we don't want her to get pregnant. This is what causes the stress of sex.

Yeah, I wore a condom, but what if it broke? What if something — anything ! !
— happened? What if the fish swim? What if I have something and don ' t know
it? What if she does ? What will happen to her? What will happen to us ? All these
questions to ask, and none of them can be answered.

Always expecting her first words to be "I'm late" can be a pretty big stress-
producer. All the questions about each other's past — what happened back
then? Are we healthy now? All it does is make us more nervous than before.

I ' m next in line. The guy in front of me bought a candy bar and a Boston Globe
(pretty generic). The women behind me has lipstick and soap (very generic). I
have the one thing that stands out. I can "feel" everyone looking at me. But I
have to do this, I have to be safe and responsible — and worry later that it wasn't

Yeah, sex can be fun and enjoyable (see Ms. Irresponsible, opposite), but is
it worth it? As I stand next in line — ready for embarrassment — I'm not so sure.
Maybe I'll head for the Walgreen's on Boylston ... no one knows me there.





and we sex


Any woman who loves sex can tell you ... if it's good, you want it
regardless of whether or not you're in love.

It's all a matter of seduction. If you know how to give him that look, if
you have a way of turning your face up to his that drives him crazy, then
you've got him. There are a million ways to seduce a man. Especially if
you're not shy.

Why be shy when being loud can get you want? Loud ... Find out if that
gets him going. This is important, almost crucial to good sex, because it's
easy enough to get into it when it' s good. And if he thinks you're into it, he'll
try harder. Things will only get better (and harder) from there.

Men are easy to fool ... especially the macho, too-tough-to-be-emotional
men who live on the fantasy that women stare at them whenever they walk
into Punter's. These are the ones that are no conquest at all, because they are
also under the delusion that they are experts at the art of sex. Their gaggle
of high school Glamour-don' ts never happened to mention that they were
awful. That's a shame, because although these men are (usually) hot, there
is no use in bringing them to bed. They just don't know what to do once they
get there. And half the time, if you find them at Punter's, they're too drunk
to do anything but throw up.

The worst part is, they are too macho to let you give them a how-to
lesson. Useless.

The ultimate winners, as far as "Take-me-home-and-do-what-you-will-
with-me" men go, are the sweet ones with the cherub faces that sit in the
corner of your classroom. They always admire the way the flourescent lights
make your hair glow, and the way you drink your iced tea out of a straw ...
you can't even imagine the pictures this will put in his head. And if you give
him the chance, he will obligingly, patiently make those fantasies a consum-

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