January 1,1974 I was starting the second semester of my junior year and all the things I described above were happening. I really fell in love with Boston. It was, and still is, a young vibrant city. The business of the city was and still is education. There seemed to be a college on every corner, BU, Boston College,Harvard, Northeastern University and MIT just to mention a few. College age students filled the landscape. A walk in Kenmore Square was a students outing. There weren’t any senior citizens to be seen. At that point it was quite possible I could make Boston my home. That was not to be, but I truly enjoyed my time inBoston.
Late August 1974 saw me returning to Boston for my senior year of college. The two years had gone by so fast and I was dreading and looking forward to that last year both at the same time. Dreading because I didn’t want it to go by too fast. I really do remember that feeling. Go slowly, take your time, savor this last year of undergraduate college. And I was so looking forward to my last year because as President of the dorm 700 Commonwealth Avenue, I was going to have an exciting year. I also would be student teaching and spending 10 weeks as a high school social studies teacher. And I would be taking the law boards with the possibility of getting into law school. School year 1974-75 was a big big year for me.
