SCHOOL MEMORIES
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Poetic roots
“A professional poet! My dream. Right now, that’s the only thing I want to be when I grow up.” – Journal entry, November 23, 1972, age 16
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My freshman year at Loomis-Chaffee was historic: Chaffee had just moved to the Island. My class (1974) would be the first to spend its entire four years there, housed in our extremely modern white building, far away from the quad. We could feel change and possibility in the air, that flutter of excitement and unease among both students and faculty as we unpacked our canvas book bags into brand-new lockers. Although we Chaffers were few — only about 30 day students per class (no boarders yet) — we knew our presence would alter this larger institution forever. As freshmen and sophomores, our classes were all female
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