truggle for admission to college er Radcliffe  best t I sudy anot , til t my dream of going to college was realized.

    I remember my first day at Radcliffe. It erest for me. I o it for years.

    A potent force ronger tronger even t, o try my strengtandards of t tacles in t I o overcome taken to  t;to be banis to live outside of Rome.quot; Debarred from t o make try by unfrequented roads--t  in college toucruggling like me.

    I began my studies y and lig y to knos people, scenery, manners, joys, tragedies sangible interpreters of ture- of t and t t of  going to tell anybody.

    But I soon discovered t college  quite tic lyceum I  ed my young inexperience became beautifully less and quot;faded into t of common day.”

    Gradually I began to find t tages in going to college.

    t and still feel most is lack of time. I used to ime to to reflect, my mind and I. e  togeten to t, ouc c until t. But in college time to commune s. One goes to college to learn, it seems, not to ters tals of learning, one leaves t pleasures--solitude, books and imagination--outside  to find some comfort in t t I am laying up treasures for future enjoyment, but I am improvident enougo prefer present joy to  a rainy day.

    My studies t year ure. In t and Sainte-Beuve, and in tory from to teentury, and in Engliserature studied critically Miltons poems and quot;Areopagitica.”

    I am frequently asked ions under e as if elepures are spelled into my y of turer is lost to m