I was a day student, and I lived in Northfield. One day—it was winter during my sophomore year—I had to turn in an English paper at 8 am. There was a good foot and a half of snow on the ground. My dad got up with me, but none of the cars would start, and Main Street in Northfield was not plowed at all. I got out my BMX bike and rode it in the snow and turned my paper in at 7:59. Then I went and got a hot chocolate at the bookstore. One of the women working there said, “You don’t look so good,” and then I passed out right there! It turns out I had hypothermia; I found out later that it was 20 degrees below zero. But I got my paper in on time. Anne Shepard ’80
Erica: Megan figured out a way to have two lunches. Megan: I’d eat at Northfield at 11, catch the 11:20 bus to Mount Hermon for a 12 o’clock class, and I’d grab another lunch beforehand. Sometimes just dessert. Erica Youngren, Carolina Noguera, Megan (McWeeney) Morris, all ’91
I ran the Pie Race two out of the three years I was at NMH, and I never got a pie. I’m a football player; distance running is not my thing. I always started pretty strong, but then I’d fall behind. One year I was pretty sure I was going to get a pie, but I was about 30 seconds short. The thing about the Pie Race is they make so many pies that by the end there are a lot left over, and when you go up to the dining hall, there’s pie for dinner. So everybody is a winner.
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Jordan Anderson ’11
Bishop’s Bread—it
was what you got out of bed for on Sundays. Barbara Thomas ’88