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Tales of Two Cities SomervilleIt's 8:15, and I'm on the MBTA's Red Line doing the morning-commute thing into Boston from Somerville, Mass. Half-asleep in my wrinkled business-casual clothes, I'm on autopilot, mouthing the conductor's words: "Daaavis"..."Porter"..."Hahvahd"...Doors open on the right." I plug into my iPod, and the Deansmen's Fliptop Twister" transports me back to Bates, to my fourth-floor room in Adams where I can hear the Deansmen singing on Olin's terrace. Suddenly, one face among the morning commuters strikes a clear note in my head. Read Swita's story.
BrooklynHalf a block behind me, American statesman Thomas Jefferson is lost in conversation with Anna Wintour, Vogue's editor-in-chief. In front of me, three members of a dodgeball team, clad in American Apparel's finest red and white booty shorts, pass a rubber kickball among themselves. The fourth member of the team and I discuss the difficulties of managing our interns at work. The occasion is Trick or Drink, the Bates Halloween tradition, but instead of visiting a few Bates residences on a chilly Lewiston night, our costumed group — representing Bates classes of 2006, 2005, 2004, and 2002 — walks past tire shops and apartment buildings on Fourth Avenue in the Park Slope neighborhood of Brooklyn. Read Noah's story.
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