Most of the time, following in my mother’s footsteps is a wonderful thing. After all, I followed her to Pomona. However, this past week represents one of the few times when I reeeeeeally wish I hadn’t done exactly what my mom did. Let me explain.
One of my mom’s few regrets from her time at Pomona was that she did not go out at midnight to watch Seaver House move from whe...
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