70s here. I was a 17-year-old sitting in class with mostly grizzled guys (in their late 20s - Hah!) - returnees and/or vets. It was an experience that I'm glad that I didn't miss, although I later emigrated and studied abroad. It was a college when I began, then was "upped" to university during my "tenure" ("CSU&C at S." to "SSU").
Somehow I get the impression that you were a Physics major, as was I. Or at least a Natural Science / Engineering major.
For years, I couldn't mention my "alma mater" without some joker asking, "Isn't that where the Art Majors dipped their asses in paint and sat on canvases with it?"
Actually, it was the Psychology Dept. But they ruined the reputation of our entire university for YEARS.
Regards,
“Somehow I get the impression that you were a Physics major, as was I.”