I entered Clemson in 1968 and matriculation started in Memorial Auditorium in Old Main. Our names were called and we were given a thick package of papers telling us what classes we had been assigned, where the classes met and how to get a class changed. I believe that process was done by class standing and of course the freshmen went dead last, which drastically cut down on our chances of being able to change from the tough professor to the easy professor.
I attended AFROTC classes in Old Main for 4 years. We met 3 times a week, I think on the 3rd floor. As I recall the classes were monumentally dull, but attendance was mandatory and they kept track of absences. As a guy on a ROTC scholarship, I had to attend.
I recall going to hear a couple of speakers in Memorial Auditorium but can't remember who they were or what they said.
Wasn't the bursar's office in the basement of Old Main with the door coming directly into the building from just across the walkway in front of the Tin Cans? Seems like I had to go there periodically for some payment or the other.
Finally, when I was a student the President's office was in Old Main as were the offices of I think all of the administrative Deans. Sad memory for me is that I was summoned to the office of the Dean of Men from a class one morning. When I got there I was asked to wait in the Dean's secretary's office. After a few minutes Dean Coakley came out, invited me into his office and solemnly told me their was was a call on his phone for me that I needed to take, probably in private. He left the office, I picked up the phone and learned by Dad had died that morning. I was stunned and in a daze after the call. As I left the office Dean Coakley told me he understood what my news was and asked if there was anything at all he could do for me. It was probably perfunctory but he was sincere and somber. I said "No Sir" and he shook my hand and asked that I come back to see him when I returned to school. I said "Yes Sir". I got back to school about a week later and when to see him first and he said all my absences were excused and I could get a letter from his Secretary. Again, he was completely appropriate. For a year or two every time I saw him on campus he asked how I was. Oddly, this is a nice memory for me.
Tillman or Old Main, it's a building I know and love.
I attended AFROTC classes in Old Main for 4 years. We met 3 times a week, I think on the 3rd floor. As I recall the classes were monumentally dull, but attendance was mandatory and they kept track of absences. As a guy on a ROTC scholarship, I had to attend.
I recall going to hear a couple of speakers in Memorial Auditorium but can't remember who they were or what they said.
Wasn't the bursar's office in the basement of Old Main with the door coming directly into the building from just across the walkway in front of the Tin Cans? Seems like I had to go there periodically for some payment or the other.
Finally, when I was a student the President's office was in Old Main as were the offices of I think all of the administrative Deans. Sad memory for me is that I was summoned to the office of the Dean of Men from a class one morning. When I got there I was asked to wait in the Dean's secretary's office. After a few minutes Dean Coakley came out, invited me into his office and solemnly told me their was was a call on his phone for me that I needed to take, probably in private. He left the office, I picked up the phone and learned by Dad had died that morning. I was stunned and in a daze after the call. As I left the office Dean Coakley told me he understood what my news was and asked if there was anything at all he could do for me. It was probably perfunctory but he was sincere and somber. I said "No Sir" and he shook my hand and asked that I come back to see him when I returned to school. I said "Yes Sir". I got back to school about a week later and when to see him first and he said all my absences were excused and I could get a letter from his Secretary. Again, he was completely appropriate. For a year or two every time I saw him on campus he asked how I was. Oddly, this is a nice memory for me.
Tillman or Old Main, it's a building I know and love.
