From Inside AUC
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Exam Trivia I was once preparing for the final examinations. Back then, exam schedules were posted, and I wrote down my whole schedule, but I didn't pay attention to the fact that a few days later, the schedule was modified. This is a day I will never forget, even with all the minute details.This kind of trust existed between AUC and its students, and that is one of the reasons why I spent five years in undergraduate studies and almost four years studying for the master’s degree, during which I was always happy and enthusiastic going to class in the morning. I still like to pass by AUC whenever I have the chance. Security people amazingly are still the same, for the most part, and they remember me, which makes me feel good as I figure I don’t look that much older.Although more than 16 years have passed since I graduated, I still feel it was yesterday. Nazih El Naggary ’92, ’99, France
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Cozy Campus As one of the 1944 alumni, I still like to keep in touch. I used to edit the Campus Caravan in 1944, and I still enjoy receiving and reading news from dear, old AUC. Much change has come about over the past 64 past years, but I retain a memory of a very happy and active life spent in the “old town campus.” I enjoyed every moment of it.The chanting of “Crimson and Gold, Hold Team Hold” still rings in my mind’s old ears.We used to cheer the sporting basketball teams competing with invited teams from other institutions and kept chanting this refrain whatever the outcome. Of all the extracurricular activities, I enjoyed our drama groups, Moliere and Maskers. I spent many happy years at AUC, which was then a cozy place — just one old but beautiful building in the heart of Cairo. Our lecture rooms were not all smart or comfortable, but it is the people who make the place. I recall short geological desert trips I made with Vandersall to examine the sand layers and other formations and fossils, and night gatherings on the roof to view the planets through the telescope.As students, I remember a party in the desert of Giza. Someone had brought a gramophone, and we had some dancing. I am a very petite person (almost a midget) and one of the boys (I can’t recall names) was very tall and cheeky. He asked me to dance with him. I spotted a chair, stood on it and said,“Come, let’s dance.” Someone took a picture, but I haven’t kept a copy.We had a good laugh then.
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Serenity
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Embarrassed in Class This incident being recounted is not one about me, but one that indirectly impacted me. I had signed up for a psychology class with Dr. Nicholas Ciaccio, (“the blond angel”) and my cousin, Leamon Wongbay, happened to do the same. On the first day of the session, Dr. Ciaccio proceeded to take the required roll call.When he came upon Leamon’s name, he gave his perceived pronunciation, not being usual names that he was accustomed to. Leamon, on the other hand, feeling a compulsion, instantly interjected with a correct pronunciation — a wrong move in my opinion (He had also fumbled with my last name). Dr. Ciaccio, not being one to be upstaged, in his signature stance — a cupped fist under his chin and the other hand akimbo — gave her his classic glare and quipped,“Honey, I only speak major languages.” Whew! That come back invoked a roar of laughter from the class. Needless to say, I was coying in my seat. Leamon was dumbfounded. Gail Farngalo (Liberia) ’85, United States
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