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Also at the ceremony yesterday, Melissa S. Lane'88-'89, of Dunster House, was awarded apresidential commendation. Lane, who is a leaderof the Freshman Outdoor Program, has taughtEnglish to Latin America refugees in Boston andwill spend the summer leading a wilderness programfor urban youth. Presidential commendations aregiven by the Radcliffe president to those who havemade special contributions to the community...
Also at the ceremony yesterday, Melissa S. Lane'88-'89, of Dunster House, was awarded apresidential commendation. Lane, who is a leaderof the Freshman Outdoor Program, has taughtEnglish to Latin America refugees in Boston andwill spend the summer leading a wilderness programfor urban youth. Presidential commendations aregiven by the Radcliffe president to those who havemade special contributions to the community...
Like all parents of the incoming Class of '88,they were asked the summer before freshman year towrite a little bit about me to help with roomingassignments. My father was the writer in thefamily, and to him fell the task of summing up myexistence in no more than one single-spacedtypewritten page. I was a fine boy, he wrote, afine boy. But though he expressed cautious faithin my adaptibility and sociability, he suggestedit might be best if I were not roomed withclassmates of conservative political orientation.That might cause problems, and problems are bestavoided...
Since Thanksgiving of freshman year, I havebeen aware of how easy it is to forget one worldwhen you're living in another. I always feltmyself instantly gliding into my respectivepersonas and roles as soon as I moved from oneworld into the other. At the same time, the otherworld immediately receded from memory andconsciousness...
...Freshman year is the closest thing to atabula rasa any of us are likely ever to bea part of. History and memory don't have to matterif we don't want them to. Cast into this vortex,however, I flailed about. I was like an electronin the new physics. Here one second, there a splitsecond later, I was all over the place and nowhereat once. I left no traces. Late night bullsessions for me were usually about political--notpersonal--first principles as I resisted makingpersonal revelations or admitting to anyunhappiness or imperfection. The closestembodiment of ironic detachment this side...