In a dorm full of freshman girls, there is so much drama. One time we had to wake up Sue Gentile, our dorm parent, because we were all crying over something—who was friends with whom, who was being mean to whom, the usual. It was after midnight; lights-out had been hours earlier. Sue sat us down and got us calm enough to go to bed. She didn’t exactly make us a cup of tea, but that’s what it felt like. Martha (Welch) Dyer ’86
I was a transfer student to Mount Hermon, and I had most of my classes at Northfield. One day I saw this lovely blond girl. She didn’t know who I was, but we had friends in common, and we met a year later when the two campuses became one. We were the first class to be on one campus. In a way it was strange: Students started out at one school and it ended up changing so much, so there was a lot of angst. But it was a cool year, too. People were forced to interact in new ways, and we came together. Nick Brennan ’06 with Katie Willmann ’06
I really enjoyed silent time. We would get up half an hour early in the morning, at 6 instead of 6:30. The purpose, as I understood it, was to meditate or maybe to read the Bible. But it was a perfect time to catch up on homework. Seniors were allowed to go hiking, too, or biking. Silent time gave me a sense of freedom. Many years later, when I had four children, I understood the value of silent time, because the only time I had to myself was a half hour in the morning before anyone else was awake. Fall | 11 27 Pat (McCormick) Hoehing ’51