I first met Minh during Windows on Williams my senior year of high school. At the time, he taught me what “lit” meant, a term that was still in its nascent stages in 2015.
I first met Marshall in Fitch House’s basement when he was brewing a cranberry concoction. I later found out that he was my suitemate’s lab partner.
I first met Sarah at a crowded party at 71 Hoxsey, where we bonded after escaping through an open window. I caught up with her to discuss her success as a photographer, her Eloise at the Plaza childhood and her family of “witches” in this spooky edition of one in 2000.
When I first met Aidan during his audition for Frosh Revue, I was instantly struck by his zaniness and his relentlessly positive energy. Last week, I caught up with him about his life in Mississippi, his violin and mandolin skills and his interest in nude modeling.
I met Neena during my first year when we realized that her mom and my uncle were good friends when they attended the College. Since then, we have bonded over masala chai, my inability to hike, her inability to eat raspberries and the word “covfefe.” This Saturday, over a mediocre sandwich lunch, we talked about her summer in Germany, love of dance, favorite snack and much more!
I first met Robbie through our mutual friend, Natalie Newton ’20, and I was thrilled to have met another tea aficionado. Upon parting ways from that first encounter, Robbie told me, “I’ll sacrifice a goat for you.” The rest is history.