There was a yellow paisley jacket in my dorm; it was the C1 jacket. It got handed down from a graduating senior to a junior at the end of every year. It was bright neon, the ugliest jacket you ever saw. But it was kind of an honor to get it. And I got it. You had to wear it to all the big events, like Baccalaureate or to get your class picture taken. Once I wore it over a nice white shirt, and it rained a lot. All that neon paisley bled through and turned my shirt yellow. That jacket stood out like a sore thumb.
Matthew Gray ’91
We ate so much junk food at night; it was ridiculous. After study hall every night, the Chinese-food truck would show up behind Crossley. I don’t know where they came from, but there they were at 10 on the dot, and 30, 35 people would line up. There was sesame chicken, General Gao’s chicken, chicken with broccoli. You could order from Domino’s Pizza, and if they had extras, they’d sell ’em. But with the Chinese food, they just showed up. It was awesome guerrilla marketing.
Charlie Wade, Ricky Runyon, and Zak Gomes, all ’06
We were roommates in Moore Cottage. The dorm has a large attic that was a special gathering place after curfew. We went to chapel four days a week, and on Sundays we weren’t allowed to iron or do wash. The only music we were allowed to listen to on the radio on Sundays was classical music or show tunes. In those days you could sign up for blind dates with boys from Mount Hermon. The dorm social committee would assign you a date—by height! We had separate classes during the week and then dates or football games on the weekends. It wasn’t a bad social system at all.
Ginny (Reynolds) Vogel and Lucy (Hann) Livingston, both ’64
I remember the sports program. I came to NMH from New York City, where there weren’t many sports programs in the schools. I had never seen a soccer ball before. But at NMH I played soccer on a team. And I learned how to swim. I couldn’t swim to pass the test, so I had to take lessons. Walt Congdon unraveled the mysteries of the backstroke for me. After our lessons, we would stay in the pool and be “dummies” for the swim team. They were learning life-saving, so they would dive in and practice rescuing us. Leslie Leong ’61
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