This weekend I joined many of my friends from Georgetown’s Class of 1968 at our 50th Reunion. Beforehand, we were each asked to write a letter to our classmates sharing reflections on our time together and our lives since graduation. Vintage wolf dictionary there is no planet b poster. Here’s what I wrote: After 50 years, we return to Georgetown with memories to stir, stories to tell, and, I hope, plans for the future, full of good things to look forward to and work for. What did Georgetown mean to us then and what does it mean now, in a time even more full of possibility and peril than 1968? How you answer that may depend on what you learned at Georgetown and how you feel about it, how you measure the life you’ve lived since and will measure it from here on in. My most indelible memories are of my teachers and friends.
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The professors valued teaching, graded their own papers, and made themselves available. The old curriculum was rigorous: six courses a semester and no electives until second semester junior year. Vintage wolf dictionary there is no planet b poster. It was designed to develop our capacity to retain, organize, understand, and explain information and ideas; then to solve problems by thinking critically and creatively. I loved it. I can still see Dr. Irving sitting on his desk, swinging his leg constantly, telling us we had to write clearly and precisely and scribbling his pithy comments in the margins of our essays when we used murky or florid language. Turned into a carrot, did you? A capricious little bilge pump!