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Pomona
was one of the highlights of my life: a uniquely safe place in
the fifties for a girl to be intellectually curious and excited
about ideas without criticism for seeming “unfeminine.”
During the last forty years I have been very fortunate to have
the opportunity to send dozens of my students to Pomona and the
other Claremont colleges in my job as college counselor in several
public and private high schools. They have loved their college
experiences as I (and my son, too) did.
There is something about Pomona reunions which I think is very unusual. Friends tell me that they avoid their own reunions at other colleges because of the rampant competition: who has the most prestigious job, makes the most money, has the slimmest figure. I have never heard this sort of conversation when I have returned to Pomona. Classmates want to know, as they always have, how you really are, what you are reading, what has happened in your life, what you plan for the future.
It’s a very special place.