The weather in Manhattan made the biggest impression on me. I learned to talk fast and walk fast like the rest of Barnard students. My only regression to a southern accent was when I answered the question: Where are you from? My hometown and state came out at a slower rate.
When I went home for Christmas my mother told me: “You can’t go out of the house with gloves on unless you have a hat and purse too." (brown string gloves that matched my coat.) I’m not sure my mother meant to be complimentary when she said that if I hadn’t gone to Barnard I would have been a different person. Maybe she meant a more prosperous person because of the poor marketability of a liberal arts education. Dr. McGuire, my advisor, told me life would be better for someone who majored in English. I guess she was right.