1989
I think it's a shame that Hanover doesn't see fit to celebrate our triennial with a reunion or even a birthday card. Are we, veterans of some of Dartmouth's most tumultuous years, going to sit back and take this?
Of course. Read on to experience the first-ever Virtual Reunion.
You're standing under a tent, a big top, green and white, on the lawn of . . . what was it called? Berry Sports Center. Across from the New Dorms (when do they stop being new?). You wave at Ted Henderson and Bonnie An. Their body language suggests engagement, to each other and Dartmouth Med and Harvard Business School, respectively.
You scan the block and draw a blank on... Heorot? Embarrassed, you hide behind a piece of cheese from the sumptuous spread at your fingertips. Thank God for old DDA. DDS? Or DSS? Nope, that's Campus Po'.
Kerry Kisiel notices your pensive, pained expression and offers to sell you some insurance before she leaves Aetna for Harvard's School of Education in the fall. You placate her with $10 for class dues and talk turns to good old Ed 20, which lures Marnie Curry into the conversation.
She's teaching, or, more precisely, unteaching in San Francisco, igniting her high school English students with works such as To Kill aMockingbird, Animal Farm, and One Day in theLife of Ivan Denisovich. Leading a weekly student support group and staging Shakespeare festivals leaves Marnie little free time. A trip to Japan late this summer might provide wel- come respite.
You wonder if you should travel more. ChrisBaldwin recommends Belgium, fresh from a stint in Brussels working for the EC. Maybe you'd get more for your Eurodollar in Czecho-slovakia, teaching English with Andy Camp.Laura Bedford brings you a new glass of Eleazar's private stock and swoons over Paris, where she is working for Bank of America. Fellow Francophiles Jeff Thomas and KeriUeberroth were sighted at the Winter Olympics by Dana Pilson, by day a fundraiser for MIT, by night a globe-trotting sports fan.
Radiant despite sweltering temperatures is Yale Divinity student Wendy Zug, who announces her engagement to a wonderful person you don't know.
Feeling conspicuously single, you turn to Siobhan Wescott on your left and snidely compare love to a cheese grater. Siobhan retorts that she, too, is engaged to one Ken Osterkamp. You ask where she lives. Alaska. In your sullen, loveless mindset, you joke that they must be the only couple in the state. Not true, pipes up Tina Richardson. Tina, married to Dan Miller, works at an environmental consulting firm in Anchorage with TonyHartshorn, who is engaged to Vicki Bakker.
Siobhan covers while you pull your foot out of your mouth, detailing her fall plans to study public policy at UCLA or Claremont. Presently she works at a maternal/child health clinic and vows to keep working on Fetal Al cohol Syndrome throughout her life.
A camera zooms in over your shoulder. Jilann Spitzmiller waves from behind the lens, displaying the professional technique she's picked up while working on films like "Young Guns II" and "City Slickers." Jilann and HankRogerson are collaborating on a film which explores gender differences, reports Sara May, who also describes the music video she and Jilann directed for the band My Sister Jane.
You smile for the camera until you realize the focus is not on you, but on JonathanBurnham, modeling the dark blue suit he bought expressly for his summer at the "mega-corporate, dark-blue-suited law firm of Shearman and Sterling." The fruits of his navy labor will finance a course in Prague on Eastern European social and economic legal developments.
You make another note to travel.
Suddenly your vision blurs to a green haze and you experience flashbacks of Dean Shanahan doing a beer funnel. The tent fades from view. You sit with the Alumni Mag in your lap. You still roam the girdled earth.
Happy triennial to all of you, everywhere.
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