1. Alexander identifies Dartmouth as the school where he can most see himself. Everything about Dartmouth excites him—from its reputation to its grounds to the academics to the students to the 4-quarter system to its size to its compactness to its proximity to a small but lovely town to its focus on the undergrad experience to its history.
2. I tour the home I grew up living in. On the way back from Dartmouth I decide to make a detour and drive by the house in Brockton where I spent my first 18 years. The front door of the house is open. I stop, and Alexander thinks I'm joking when I tell him I'm going to knock. No one answers so I go around back and find a very nice woman wrapped in a towel, having just come out of her above-ground pool. I introduce myself and the woman who now lives there invites Alexander and I in, and gives us a tour. It is strange to be back in the house I haven’t lived in for over 40 years. All the rooms look so much smaller. And every room evokes memories from so many years ago. The house today is a mess. Horribly decorated and clothes everywhere. But that is not what I see.
3. I eat horribly all day. Chicken Caesar salad wrap for lunch and a small pizza (8 slices) for dinner. I must be up at least two pounds from last week. I miss my scale; it keeps me grounded. I will track again as soon as I am home. But for now, I will try to enjoy the ride.
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