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Dear Boomer: Long Distance Love

Dear Boomer: Long Distance Love

Fifty years ago, I rode my Kawasaki from Portola Valley onto campus, usually squeaking into class just on time. While much has changed since then, one thing has remained constant: our humanness. We still search for meaning…


On staying too long at the fair

On staying too long at the fair

It is easy to know how you’re supposed to feel when you start college, but harder when it ends.  The beginning of college is designed to make you feel lucky. Your RAs memorize your name….