For Matthew
(10/19/98 9:00am)
I was running, late as usual, trying to make it to the front of Dartmouth Hall before 9 o'clock. I didn't know exactly what I would find there, but I didn't want to burst in late (as usual) and make a scene. I anticipated the solemnity and sacredness that would pervade the next few hours and was embarrassed as I tripped into the waiting group, breathless and disheveled.