1978: I have 5 Advanced Placement credits from high school. I get credit for my studies in Quebec City and in France. Maybe I take one extra class to graduate from Davidson a year early–in May of 1978. During the summer T and I live in Atlanta at my parent’s house–in the little room off the kitchen where I answered the phone when Kennedy was shot. I work as a receptionist at my father’s company but have no memory of what T does. In the fall we live in married housing at Davidson–in one of four adorable little cottages by the railroad tracks. T is a senior, and I have a job as Assistant to the President of the college, the first female to hold this position. On Sunday nights, I lie on the sofa and watch Dallas, unused to this feeling of not having anything hanging over me, no studying to do. Life is easy.