Another Spring Day. I was a freshman walking into my dorm at
Shelton Hall. Or rather, hobbling. I was still in a non-weight-bearing above-the-knee
cast from a skiing accident in February at Attitash Mountain. I was at Boston University then, with my best
friend Vivien. My boyfriend, Bob, was a
freshman at Tufts (where I later transferred).
Both Bob and Vivien are still in my life.
Walking into Shelton I
remember lots of women buzzing about, in anger and sadness. The dorm was all women then. Four students had been killed at Kent State
by the National Guard. Classes were
cancelled and the school was closed. For
me, rather selfishly, it was a good thing since I hadn’t been to a class since
I broke my leg, nor had Vivien. We were
able to use our mid-term grades as our final ones.
It is hard to believe that
was 43 years ago. College campuses today
are not full of unrest. Students aren’t
protesting or taking over buildings.
There aren’t bomb threats every week.
Young boys are not being drafted. And students actually think about what
happens after graduation.
The world is a different
place today, but is it a better one? I’m
not sure.
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