November 4th, 2003

Fishy Circumstances

Erica

Of course I remember Erica. I remember her from Park, everywhere at Park. My memory is so visual - it needed a picture to be certain of the hazy image in my brain, and now she is vividly in my mind: in the dining room at breakfast, more awake than I; in the living room in the evening - knitting, if I remember her correctly. I remember her as a psych major - was she a double-major or a minor? - funny, since Latin has since become so important to me. I remember her with shorter hair - or perhaps simply hair always tucked up into a bun. Her hair had two more years to grow after I graduated. I remember her as one of the most vivacious, dedicated, and hard-working people I have ever met.