Making the most of senior year during quarantine
I remember the very first day of move-in like it was yesterday. After two days of driving across the country, my family and I pulled up to the large marble sign that read “Wolman Hall.” It was exactly 7:00 a.m., and the Gilman clock tower rang just as we unloaded the car. My Cuban parents were bossing everyone around in their boisterous Spanish, trying to move through this process as efficiently as possible. It was all so rushed and we were totally unprepared for it.