In 1965 2nd floor in Howell - 2 doors down we found a quiet kid under his bed chasing arc tangents. He went home and we heard he entered southern tech. Steamboat fulton FFFFF.
During winter finals the steam radiators heaters would not shut off so we had the windows to the quadrangle towards back of Brittan dining hall . Some guy hollered a cuse word and for 10 minutes there was an ever building crescendo as we all screamed. I found myself most satisfied shen i screamed " to hell w ga" .
There was lots of national stress in late 60's - desegregation, nuke threat, vietnam, assainstions, riots, etc added to personal issues and gt shaft culture impacted me in many ways.
I have found that cheering for the White and Gold at BDS was the best stress reliever.