My mom, who really already had enough to do what with moving and weddings and whatnot, booked a room for me and Kevin for my brother’s graduation. We were right on the corner of North Wayland, facing Wriston, on the third floor. It’s right in the middle of the action — much fun. I love staying in the dorms. I outgrew wanting to live there permanently midway through senior year, but I love the wave of nostalgia when I’m back to visit.
On Saturday (the morning after Campus Dance), there are classes for all of the returning alums and visiting families of graduates. Aparently the Brown Band marches around as an interlude. Here they are cruising up Wriston, right around noon.
