Dear old Dartmouth, it’s hard to believe we left you 15 years ago. During these past five years that I have had the privilege of serving as your class secretary, I have often marveled at how strong your spell remains on all of us. This is evidenced every time you write in inviting all of us to celebrate with you and give a rouse for your new job, promotion, life chapter, marriage, baby, or pet. We’ve certainly roamed the girdled earth since we graduated, daring deeds and greeting the whole world with a hail. I, personally, could not be more proud of us all and can’t wait to see where the next 15 years take us. So, in my last column as your class secretary before I hand the reins over, I leave you with this: Maybe the granite of New Hampshire isn’t what’s still in our muscles and brains. Maybe it’s the friendships and memories and bonds—that are even stronger.

—Jaime Padgett, 1837 W. Patterson Ave, #109, Chicago, IL 60613; (574) 303-6944; dartmouth2007s@gmail.com