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Byline: Ann Packer
I arrived at Yale on a late-summer day in 1977. I was wearing a grass-green T-shirt with a green gingham collar and placket, and wide-leg jeans with front patch pockets. I had taken a red-eye from San Francisco, and I was tired and sweaty as I struggled to get my numerous suitcases from the bus stop to my dorm.
But it wasn't a dorm. At Yale, things had names that were distinctly East Coast to me-distinctly other, and therefore glamorous. I wasn't headed for a dorm, I was headed for Farnam Hall, a "freshman residence" located on the "Old Campus." Farnam was affiliated with Jonathan Edwards, the "residential college" I would move to as ...