How as freshmen we shockingly lost Chip Dueser, whom everyone knew was the nicest person around, and we had no grief counselors to help us, yet we automatically attended afternoon classes; all the extra-curricular clubs, some with career forecaster intents, and how many teachers bothered to attend those meetings at night; how a solid, healthy cafeteria lunch was 20 cents; how girls had to play half-court only basketball (boring); how grading was tougher and you had to even work to earn a C; and how the copyright on some textbooks was before we were born..true.

Wow, these questions are getting heavy! I don't know how I latched onto this ambition ...but I wanted to write books and didn't. However, I did newspaper and magazine writing and editing. And if it's any consolation I'm back in college as a student of Women's Studies at Western Washington University, Bellingham, WA., on Puget Sound. My first day in class I started to feel like a 20 something who needed to land a date for Friday night!

I couldn't attend the 50th, but the previous reunion was not to be outdone, in my view. I loved seeing everyone and think of it often. In particular, I loved talking to Wendy Watson, getting to re-know him as an adult, then we lost him so soon after the reunion. That kind of finality makes us realize how closely we are bonded.