Johanna Lee ’26

My first year summer, a purple lanyard hanging on my neck, I worked reunion. Next to our makeshift table in the lobby was a foldable chair where ’68ers would wait for their friends to peer through the window on the green Stone-D door. As the days passed by, more ’68ers stopped by, and our table started to fill with new collections from them. The list of museum recommendations in NY I *must* visit scribbled on the Stepsinging setlist. The class yearbook, in which one ’68er eagerly pointed out herself, wearing a pearl necklace and flipped bob hairstyle. A yellow post-it where I jotted down Dr. Wan Lim’s message on connecting with on-campus Asian clubs, to deliver to Slater. Finally, a box of fancy chocolate, delicately tied with a red ribbon, for us student workers. I made a mental note to bring a box of chocolate to all of my reunions.