First and foremost wail of the freshman coed is "what shall I wear?" Along with learning what makes an egg coagulate and how to draw an abstract flower, Vicky's years at college have taught her the answer to that question. She'll help you decide which of those smooth new creations'~hanging in the closet to wear to each event.

"...I now pronounce you man and wife." Simply, beautifully, a new family is formed. You may be wearing a sparkling diamond on that important third finger or his fraternity pin may shine proudly on your sweater. Perhaps you haven't even met him, but someday with the man of your choice you'll form a family.

Here you are counting the hours until graduation and juggling courses furiously to work in free afternoons and Union labs. when you leave school at last, diploma in hand, will it be just a prize for handing in assignments like so many box tops, or will it be a receipt for a well-planned future?

If I were a freshman entering college today, I would wish for someone a little bit older, possibly a little bit wiser, to take me by the hand and tell me the ingredients for the formula of collegiate "success."

Butterflies flitted in your stomach and a sea of strange faces engulfed you. The prospect of life in a women's dormitory and new friends suddenly didn't appeal to you as much as it did back home. You weren't sure whether you'd like that girl with the smooth clothes or the one with the loud voice who kept demanding attention. Perhaps you envied some for their sparkle and self confidence.