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1982.

Slonim Woods Eight dorm house, just before winter break.

I was a sophomore and so far the year had been indistinct and depressing. Slonim was too far from the main campus, too far from the life of this world and I felt cut off, isolated. The previous year had ended on a bad note with Anita and Simon, and then Bruce transferring to Wesleyan. So I was literally and figuratively alone, and thinking I might even move back to the freshman dorms on the main campus. Other non-freshmen lived there and open rooms were almost always available, so I wouldn’t be a total freak. And it would get me out of Slonim Woods. Continue reading