TRISH.
I may have been a classmate of yours. I was a freshman in 1963. My room was in the upper floor of Halcyon Hall - a very dark and grim room whose window was enclosed by outside walls on both sides, so the view was like looking down an alley.

My roommate and I had nothing in common. She was popular. I was not. I started in the foreign language, secretarial , study abroad program and quickly learned I couldn't read or write short hand or type fast and had no desire to be a secretary in Spain.

At that time, Bennett was unapologetically a "ring by spring or your money back school" for the very rich but not bright enough for seven sisters ivy league schools.

My first semester Dr. Timothy Leary had just bought the estate next door, and the faculty totally lost it. The whole student body was assembled in the auditorium and was promised instant expulsion of any student found anywhere near the Leary estate.

The faculty should have kept their mouths shut. Most Bennett students didn't know Lysergic acid from stomach acid, and issuing dire warnings about going near the Leary estate was like making a public address announcement to check the place out.

I only lasted about six weeks at Bennett. I wasn't rich or social , and I was looking for a education not a husband.