On to graduate school… I took a great leap, packed up all my stuff and my son’s stuff into a U-haul with my car in tow and drove to my new place. Excited and scared. I still had worries about my grades. In undergraduate, I could worry myself sick and get so nervous before a test that I would forget my name. I didn’t always do my best. Graduate school had the added pressure of requiring a B-average. I truly came into my own in graduate school. I met some great people. Finally, people more like myself…although I was older than they were by a few years. Most of my fellow graduate students were there directly from undergrad. They were young and a bit silly. I hardly had time for silly with the responsibilities that I had.

This is the the campus…not all of it, but most. I think I cut off part of the campus to the north. I didn’t go to football games here either, but I did see a few basketball games. I spent most of grad school years in three buildings. I did research, taught and took classes beginning in the first year. I met the guy who would become my best friend that summer. We didn’t speak to each other then. It wasn’t until we had a couple of classes together that we began to be friends. We were lab partners in one class with another student who later left graduate school to go to pharmacy school.

It’s hard to tell in this photo, but the old union is about in the center. It has old architecture like you might see at Princeton. It has spires and gargoyles. The second brown roofed building from the bottom right is the chemistry building and it’s new addition. The other brown roof belongs to the physics building. We referred to different parts of campus as “white” campus and “red” campus. It’s really clear here because you can see the red brick plaza. The “red” campus begins there and all the buildings are in red brick. “White” campus has all white or cream brick buildings.

We used to have lunch on occasion at the union. I don’t think there was a single day that went by that I didn’t see my best friend. We either had class together, taught at the same time or went to lunch. Sometimes we had all three in a day. We spent so much time together that students and even the professors thought we were an “item.” He thought it was funny. I didn’t. He was married after the first year of graduate school and had been living with his fiancee before then. I suppose I was concerned that rumors might get back to her, but I don’t think they ever did.