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Chapel Hill/Carrboro History
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Not sure what the question is, but to me that looks like "Drop/Add" during the 1970's and before. But I may be way off. But the hair looks like early 1970's.
Thoughts?
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Bingo.
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Woollen Gym?
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I rember trying like hell to switch from Asian Calc profs who I could not understand to the only Americn guy. Never could over 3 semesters. Dropped it twice. Eventually just took Logic as that fulfilled my math requirements.
Ed 10 and Bot 10 were much desired back in the day. Lotsa upperclassmen had first dibs.
Ed 10 and Bot 10 were much desired back in the day. Lotsa upperclassmen had first dibs.
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I took Logic and Math 1 (Math for Nurses...wonderful time it was). Other slides in my day were HealthED 41, Botany 10 (I took that with Lawrence Taylor and Paul Davis), Unks taught an Education Class in Greenlaw but I can't remember the name, Poli Sci 41 was pretty easy as was Psyc 10.
In those days Portuguese was the athlete language...makes sense as it basically has no irregular verbs. The Department (perpetually headed by Dr. Fred Clark) also set up labs and classes to work with athlete schedules. I took four semesters of Portuguese and at different times I had class with Dudley Bradley and Buddy Curry and lots of baseball players.
I fully admit that I tried to get at least one 'slide' per semester.
Some thought that Leutze's two semester survey of American Wars was a slide (History 76 and 77) but it was a hard enough class if you really wanted to get something out of it. I took them both...years later I TA'ed H76.
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I placed out of the easy math... Had Unks as well. And psych 10 and Poly Sci 41. I guess we knew the winners.
True story. Went to take the French placement test during orientation. Was the only course I ever got a C on in HS. Knowing i'd not do well, I went ahead and got a nice buzz outside the building. Put my headphones on to listen to the questions. By the third one I knew it was futile. Could pick up a word or 2 but not much comprehension. So I radomly filled in the the rectangular abcd deals, took the headphones off and put my head on the desk.
Placed out of 2 semesters.
True story. Went to take the French placement test during orientation. Was the only course I ever got a C on in HS. Knowing i'd not do well, I went ahead and got a nice buzz outside the building. Put my headphones on to listen to the questions. By the third one I knew it was futile. Could pick up a word or 2 but not much comprehension. So I radomly filled in the the rectangular abcd deals, took the headphones off and put my head on the desk.
Placed out of 2 semesters.
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I placed out of the easy math... Had Unks as well. And psych 10 and Poly Sci 41. I guess we knew the winners.
True story. Went to take the French placement test during orientation. Was the only course I ever got a C on in HS. Knowing i'd not do well, I went ahead and got a nice buzz outside the building. Put my headphones on to listen to the questions. By the third one I knew it was futile. Could pick up a word or 2 but not much comprehension. So I radomly filled in the the rectangular abcd deals, took the headphones off and put my head on the desk.
Placed out of 2 semesters.
I lived in Everett Dorm (ROGAH!!!) and a couple of days before classes began I was walking through the TV room with my schedule in my hand...I think it was either on pink or green paper so it was obvious. A guy, much older it seemed to me, was sitting on the couch watching soap operas and drinking beer and he yelled out, "Hey freshman! Let me see your schedule." I walked over and he snatched it out of my hand, looked it over quickly, and in a drunken half-sneer said, "Whatsamatter with you? Wanna flunk out?" I replied no and he said, "You've got five 8 o'clock classes...you'll never make it to Christmas living in this dorm. Go down to Woollen Gym and get rid of those...and don't take anything before 10 o'clock, 11 is even better." I took his advice. He saved me.
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I heard a completely different story on Portuguese, which may or may not be true. Honestly, your version sounds more likely. The version I heard was that the "language labs" down in the basement of Dye Hall (IIRC) were in great demand and the most "popular" languages got the most hours and the best times. Because Portuguese was not a popular foreign language, it received "bad" times in the language lab. But these "bad" times were perfect for scholarship athletes because they didn't conflict with usual practice times. But because so many people heard that football players were taking Portuguese, folks just assumed it must be "easy." So more people started taking Portuguese and that "popularity" in turn shifted the language lab times so they conflicted with practice times. Thus, defeating the entire purpose of athletes even taking Portuguese.
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IIRC, Portuguese had set itself up to accommodate athletes and was pretty integrated into at least the Three Majors. Nevertheless, the department did, at times, fight with other languages, for enrollment. There may have eventually been some shortage of sections due to demand - I suppose that’s where Swahili grew as an offering. My wife was an African Studies Major and was never able to work that language into her schedule (double-majoring did contribute to that). She took German as her language instead.
I wonder what the language set-up is for athletes these days?
I wonder what the language set-up is for athletes these days?
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Do they still have a language requirement? Too lazy to research.
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Surely that does not mean three semesters? I believe that when I was an undergrad one could do 4 semesters of a language or of math or 2 and 2 to fulfill General College Requirements.
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You recollection is the same as mine. In my major, if I wanted a "BS" degree, I need four semesters of French, German, or Russian. If I wanted a "BA" degree, I needed two semesters of any foreign language. The "French, German or Russian" requirement was explained to me as those were the three languages, along with English, that most of the world's scientific papers were published in. I suspect the rise of China, Japan, South Korea, and India as well as the other "Asian Tigers," has undermined that particular rational quite a bit.
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I knew a Gentleman named Al Smith (RIP would be over 100)-had a wife Louise Smith who I think was School librarian at CHHS... He was fluent in several languages and a scientist of some sort. His job was to translate scientific papers at Chemstrand in RTP . German and Japanese were the Biggies. Chemstrand in RTP was R and D in polyesters They lived on Burlage Circle
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How The ‘American Way of War’ and History 76 Put Me On The Right Path
Indulge me on this one friends..
As I approached my first college graduation in 1980 I had a plan but had no idea whether it was a True Path. In fact, that plan was the same one I had always believed I had — go to law school. I admit that I thought it was a cool idea - after all, Perry Mason and “Paper Chase” were both captivating enough and in those days it seemed no one became president without being a lawyer. And of course anyone could be president so why couldn’t I?
Mostly though, Law School was my Deddy’s idea. Born in 1916 on a #DeepChatham dirt poor farm he never came close to going to college -
As he finished up the 12th grade at #Bonlee School it was 1934 and the depths of The Great Depression. That grade was, by-the-way, a voluntary one and as I understand it his little brother, Pete, a natural-born intuitive mechanic in the mold of his father, Willis Logan Dunn, gladly gave up a year of high school so that Deddy could get the extra one. Pete went on to work - what he could find in those hard times - and Deddy got one more year book education, which by his own account, he cherished. Still, college was out of the question.
But there was a dream there just the same. Deddy had a business partner in #BonleeHardware named Archie Andrews. Mr. Archie had a powerful strong wife in Ms Ina and they raised up a successful son in Ike Andrews - UNC Law Class of 1951 - and a six-term U.S. Congressman. So with that example right down home there were some expectations. When my brother turned towards the numbers and became a CPA that left me to The Law. And I swear that I tried. Though I had been a pretty bad student at Carolina for my first two years - went hog wild frankly - I buckled down for those last two and as per my Deddy’s wishes I managed to get on, provisionally, at Campbell Law School among the Southern Baptists in Buies Creek.
I don’t think I have hated many things as much as that time spent in Harnett County. All my mind, body, and soul wanted from the time I set down there was OUT! And as soon as my first term ended that’s what I did - bugging out back to Chapel Hill and a job as a “sandwich engineer” at Blimpie’s on Franklin Street. And so I became for a time the prodigal. To the deli job I added telephone operator at UNC Administrative Data Processing and then on to a night shift there doing all sorts of not-innovative things with paper - essentially I prepped reports and stuffed envelopes. I took some classes too - floundering about with Journalism and Public Administration.
Eventually I hit upon an idea that SEEMED like it could work - MBA School. Honestly I do not know what I was thinking. I had not a single business course on my Carolina undergraduate transcript. With my parents once again inside my head I took the GRE and sent out my applications and miraculously landed in Boone at Appalachian State. There Late one evening my first semester there I found myself seated at my desk and staring down at hours and hours of Accounting 101 homework. The figures and Accounts Payable and Depreciation seemed to stretch out endlessly before me. At some point exhausted and nigh number blind a promised myself a break - I would take 30 minutes for rest and recuperation - so I pushed myself away from the ledger and grabbed a book.
I’ll always figure that was the moment when my life changed. The book - a tome really - that I chose dated to History 76 in the Fall of 1978, a very popular lecture course at Carolina titled American Military History taught by Dr. James Leutze. The book I opened was Russell Weigley’s ‘The American Way of War: A History of United States Military Strategy and Policy.’ Thumbing through that text, an instant classic of its focus, I drifted away only to look up and find two hours had passed in an instant.
The very next day I executed a maneuver likely impossible today - being accepted into ASU for the MBA meant my foot was in the Graduate School door. So with a bit of paperwork I changed my major from Business to History. To the surprise of the folks in the latter department I was up and running come the following spring semester - no longer in the boggy morass of the MBA but enrolled in ‘European Intellectual History’ with James Winders, ‘The History of Mexico’ with Carl Ross, and ‘The Southern Slave System’ with Richard Haunton. Each of those great teachers, in their own way affirmed the correctness of my decision.
Folks who know me also know that I continued on down the history trail - eventually returning to UNC where I focused on Latin America (Keeping the so-called American South close just the same as my second field of study) and finished my doctorate in 1999, some 16 years after I started into graduate schools. I’m thankful for the economical pricing that I experienced in the UNC System, a thing made possible by virtue of a proper reading of our State Constitution during my years matriculating within it, and the help that my parents gave me once I emerged from the dark cloud of Law School drop-out.
Ultimately though, it was serving people that both kept me out of debt and prolonged my time in school. From Blimpie’s to Bloody Marys I was fortunate all around. At Tijuana Fats, The Hardback Cafe, The Cave, The Dead Mule Club, Local 506, Henry’s Bistro, and The Orange County Socialist Club, service sustained my dream. I was blessed to be in so many cultural Ground Zeros over those years while studying and teaching. I sometimes wonder which profession was the “sideline,” tending bar or the research and writing. Both callings - teaching and tending bar - meant literally learning from thousands of people over the past 40 years. I am sometimes curious about the Law but accounting holds no allure whatsoever - I’m pretty glad I took that break from accounting homework and got in a solid four decades of education instead. Thanks y’all.
Indulge me on this one friends..
As I approached my first college graduation in 1980 I had a plan but had no idea whether it was a True Path. In fact, that plan was the same one I had always believed I had — go to law school. I admit that I thought it was a cool idea - after all, Perry Mason and “Paper Chase” were both captivating enough and in those days it seemed no one became president without being a lawyer. And of course anyone could be president so why couldn’t I?
Mostly though, Law School was my Deddy’s idea. Born in 1916 on a #DeepChatham dirt poor farm he never came close to going to college -
As he finished up the 12th grade at #Bonlee School it was 1934 and the depths of The Great Depression. That grade was, by-the-way, a voluntary one and as I understand it his little brother, Pete, a natural-born intuitive mechanic in the mold of his father, Willis Logan Dunn, gladly gave up a year of high school so that Deddy could get the extra one. Pete went on to work - what he could find in those hard times - and Deddy got one more year book education, which by his own account, he cherished. Still, college was out of the question.
But there was a dream there just the same. Deddy had a business partner in #BonleeHardware named Archie Andrews. Mr. Archie had a powerful strong wife in Ms Ina and they raised up a successful son in Ike Andrews - UNC Law Class of 1951 - and a six-term U.S. Congressman. So with that example right down home there were some expectations. When my brother turned towards the numbers and became a CPA that left me to The Law. And I swear that I tried. Though I had been a pretty bad student at Carolina for my first two years - went hog wild frankly - I buckled down for those last two and as per my Deddy’s wishes I managed to get on, provisionally, at Campbell Law School among the Southern Baptists in Buies Creek.
I don’t think I have hated many things as much as that time spent in Harnett County. All my mind, body, and soul wanted from the time I set down there was OUT! And as soon as my first term ended that’s what I did - bugging out back to Chapel Hill and a job as a “sandwich engineer” at Blimpie’s on Franklin Street. And so I became for a time the prodigal. To the deli job I added telephone operator at UNC Administrative Data Processing and then on to a night shift there doing all sorts of not-innovative things with paper - essentially I prepped reports and stuffed envelopes. I took some classes too - floundering about with Journalism and Public Administration.
Eventually I hit upon an idea that SEEMED like it could work - MBA School. Honestly I do not know what I was thinking. I had not a single business course on my Carolina undergraduate transcript. With my parents once again inside my head I took the GRE and sent out my applications and miraculously landed in Boone at Appalachian State. There Late one evening my first semester there I found myself seated at my desk and staring down at hours and hours of Accounting 101 homework. The figures and Accounts Payable and Depreciation seemed to stretch out endlessly before me. At some point exhausted and nigh number blind a promised myself a break - I would take 30 minutes for rest and recuperation - so I pushed myself away from the ledger and grabbed a book.
I’ll always figure that was the moment when my life changed. The book - a tome really - that I chose dated to History 76 in the Fall of 1978, a very popular lecture course at Carolina titled American Military History taught by Dr. James Leutze. The book I opened was Russell Weigley’s ‘The American Way of War: A History of United States Military Strategy and Policy.’ Thumbing through that text, an instant classic of its focus, I drifted away only to look up and find two hours had passed in an instant.
The very next day I executed a maneuver likely impossible today - being accepted into ASU for the MBA meant my foot was in the Graduate School door. So with a bit of paperwork I changed my major from Business to History. To the surprise of the folks in the latter department I was up and running come the following spring semester - no longer in the boggy morass of the MBA but enrolled in ‘European Intellectual History’ with James Winders, ‘The History of Mexico’ with Carl Ross, and ‘The Southern Slave System’ with Richard Haunton. Each of those great teachers, in their own way affirmed the correctness of my decision.
Folks who know me also know that I continued on down the history trail - eventually returning to UNC where I focused on Latin America (Keeping the so-called American South close just the same as my second field of study) and finished my doctorate in 1999, some 16 years after I started into graduate schools. I’m thankful for the economical pricing that I experienced in the UNC System, a thing made possible by virtue of a proper reading of our State Constitution during my years matriculating within it, and the help that my parents gave me once I emerged from the dark cloud of Law School drop-out.
Ultimately though, it was serving people that both kept me out of debt and prolonged my time in school. From Blimpie’s to Bloody Marys I was fortunate all around. At Tijuana Fats, The Hardback Cafe, The Cave, The Dead Mule Club, Local 506, Henry’s Bistro, and The Orange County Socialist Club, service sustained my dream. I was blessed to be in so many cultural Ground Zeros over those years while studying and teaching. I sometimes wonder which profession was the “sideline,” tending bar or the research and writing. Both callings - teaching and tending bar - meant literally learning from thousands of people over the past 40 years. I am sometimes curious about the Law but accounting holds no allure whatsoever - I’m pretty glad I took that break from accounting homework and got in a solid four decades of education instead. Thanks y’all.