SMITH!! The college of ivy-clad buildings, sprawling green lawns, incredible intelligence, and pretty girls. This is the place that has kept us going through all those long days and nights (ultimately amounting to 80 hours) on the Greyhound. Now we are here, and for the last day have been eating REAL FOOD, showering, sleeping lying down (Wow!), and meeting all of Kate Detrick's cool Smithy friends. The campus is breathtakingly beautiful, and the neighboring town is very nice. All the people we have met have been friendly and we have had a wonderfully relaxing day. We got up late, walked around the lake while Kate was in class, then met her for lunch, and when she went back to class we walked into Northampton and bought some books at the used bookstore. Then we came back and skyped with Whitney Turley.
So all in all, a blissful day of relaxation. We are about to have dinner (still an exciting prospect even though we have been back in the real world for 24 hours now) and explore a bit more of the campus. Tomorrow begins, as Casey calls it, the REAL ADVENTURE. Tomorrow we will leave Smith at dawn and venture down to New York, where we will spend a day wandering, meet up with Aunt Sandl, and then the following day FLY TO ENGLAND!!
Hey, guys, you forgot to remember that I was a Smithie, back in 1957-58, at Wilder House. Sylvia Plath, the Bell Jar poet/famous suicide was my English teacher. It is a lovely campus, n'est ce pas, but it was lonely, as I had no particular idea why I was there, actually, and no one in my family had ever been to college so ... I spent an inordinate and un-lonely amount of time at Columbia U, taking the morning train on down to meet my petit-amie Roger, at the architecture school, and seeing my first definitively un-bourgois theatre, the Herald Pinter things and Berthold Brecht. I was only 17, younger than you guys, which boggles the imagination. this alice using davids email
ReplyDelete