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| Title | Houstonian 1990 |
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| Date | 1990 |
| Description | This edition of the Houstonian, published in 1990, is the official yearbook of the University of Houston. |
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| Language | English |
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| Original Item Location | LD2281.H745 H6 v. 56 1990 |
| Original Item URL | http://library.uh.edu/record=b1158762~S11 |
| Digital Collection | Houstonian Yearbook Collection |
| Digital Collection URL | http://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/yearb |
| Repository | Special Collections, University of Houston Libraries |
| Repository URL | http://info.lib.uh.edu/about/campus-libraries-collections/special-collections |
| Use and Reproduction | This image is in the public domain and may be used freely. If publishing in print, electronically, or on a website, please cite the item using the citation button. |
| File Name | index.cpd |
| Title | Academics |
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| File Name | yearb_1990_068.jpg |
| Transcript | Doomsday Your Fate Awaited A, kll semester you dreaded it. You procrastinated long enough and the time finally came to get to work. The big exam was to be taken the next day and the only thing that you had read all semester was the test that showed how much your boyfriend or girlfriend loved you. You rushed to the library and read all of the chapters that should have been read weeks before. You looked at the clock as time quickly slipped away. When the library closed its doors, you gathered your books and slowly left. You tried to sleep later that night, but found you couldn't and the dreaded moment finally arrived. You realized that the time had come for you to face up to the problem. You slowly walked up the steps and headed for class. After taking a deep breath, you walked into a room that was once filled with laughter; now all was silent. You took a seat near the back of the class, appropriate enough for the way you felt. For the last time, you quickly rummaged through notes for just one more review. As your heart began to beat faster, you hoped that your cramming paid off. You heard the classroom door slam shut. You heard the footsteps coming closer. You heard the professor russling with papers that would soon seal your fate. As the professor began to make his way to you, you said one last prayer for you knew the end was near. Suddenly, you woke up in a cold sweat and realized that you still had two days before the test. Whew, scared you for a minute. -Kristyn Roberts linding a quiet place to study was always the hardest part in studying for an exam.Photo by jerry Munoz. 76 IM irlE RED IN *WmicfED |