April 16, 2008 As a pre-freshman, I did not visit Hamilton for any of the accepted student events. In fact, I never took a tour. When my Dad and I first pulled up the hill in the spring of my senior year of high school, rain poured from the sky, I mean POURED. Seeing as I am from Seattle, I needed no other convincing. I think I only visited one class, a theatre class that involved a lot of yoga taught by a professor who left Hamilton before I ever enrolled.
Sometime in my freshman year a particularly beefy theatre major remembered me,
"You're the girl who sat in on 101, right?"
Why, yes! Yes I am!
I began my career at Hamilton before I ever knew I wanted to attend. I thought about that today as a particularly excited prospie sat in the back of my Anglo-American Modernism class. Ambitious, I thought, to sit in on a 300-level class, but she seemed undaunted. Looking back... to the back of my Modernism class, that is... I was excited for her.
Luckily, no one who is in her final stages of thesis writing can really be jealous of someone starting at the beginning, but I wish her all the best and I hope she has better luck avoiding wandering nostalgia in class than I have had...