More memories

My mind is still fixed on the reunion, which is now just one week away.  One of my classmates found and shared a link to our Freshman Register - the very earlier precursor of Facebook.  Here you see the page on which I appeared - that's me, second down in the first column.  We are a representative sample of what college freshwomen looked like fifty years ago.  I remember that, when I first saw the Register, I was struck by how many different states my classmates came from (I'd never traveled outside New York until I went to Massachusetts for my college interview).  I hoped for and requested a roommate from somewhere far away from Brooklyn, but ended up with another 17-year-old from New Jersey, who was impossible to live with, left during Junior year, and years later murdered her parents.  Not the broadening of my horizons I had hoped for.