I still have vivid memories of my first day of dorm life. The year was 1977, the city was Baltimore and the weather was what you’d expect in late August: hot and very, very humid. Music filled the quad, everyone was friendly and at dinner that night there was a communal air that endured long after we had moved off the Hopkins campus for the thrill of living on our own.
That was Maryland, not Connecticut; college, not med school; and it was more than 25 years ago. Nonetheless, the experience held the same charm for me that medical student Jenny Blair conveys in her memoir of four years in Harkness Hall (“That College Feeling”). Dorm life has its downside, but it’s the one time many of us will live in close quarters with a large group of our peers.