Boston University - HUB Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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Late at night—particularly that first year in the dorm—we became fascinated with ourselves: how much the others were like ourselves. People, the dank and the moist, the crisp and the dry, and the thousands of equally unique variations: all discoveries. One life was dying—like a shedding skin more than a passing away— without our permission, without so much as a 'good-bye.' Reflection now reminds us that something beautiful was dying. And so, in search of our new identity: although you're never here, your voice I often hear; another day, another night, I longed to hold you tight, cause I'm so lonely; Baby, I need your lovin'—got to have all your lovin'. (Four Tops) We were a group as freshmen: we were freshmen. We ate together, loitered together, laughed together, wasted together, became proud together, Loved together, lost together, and even . . . learned together. And when that first glorious transition began to draw to a close, a knotting loneliness and optimism chilled us. I don't want to see you go, but Darling, you better go now. (Moody Blues)

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A look over our shoulders, at four years past, living Boston insatiably, and yet leaving so little a mark upon its personality, makes our college years seem condensed and without detail. But music and nurtured pictures of reflection set free our tart recollections and mobilize a kaleidoscopic universe of dreams—our very own . . . there's no welcome look in your eyes when I reach for you, Girl, you're starting to criticize little things I do, It makes me just feel like crying, Cause, Baby, something beautiful's dying. (Righteous Brothers) A new place, but more: new people. We weren't really scared. Young, but not scared. Perhaps we did not want to show our awe, respect, to the concrete and the thousands of others. Respect.

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Our second year and still malleable. In May we weren't as young as we would liked to have been. Now Boston was our town . . . You have stood by me in my darkest hour And oh how happy you have made me Oh how happy you have made me (Shades of Blue) Renewing friendships, but real independence begins to grow. A look around Boston, the University community, the people, the activity. Our discoveries and our pride: down by the river, down by the banks of the River Charles (ah that's what's happening Baby). (Standells) And we gloated as if Boston had never before been on the map. Hayden packed for Murray Levin: fascinating and we could always find a date there for the weekend. And, if things got slow, we could table-hop around the Union to find something that might catch our fancy. Late retreats to the dorm, or to a friend's apartment, with a crisp sheen of saffron spilled upon Commonwealth and a sweet, sentimental gust of midnight-blue inspiration darting around in a sorcerer's ballet.