Not really. Sandy was not the typical....typical student. She
didn't dress the part of her contemporary. In fact, she grabbed
the first opportunity to move out of a dorm and into her own
room....a room that was always neat....even to having the bed
made when she left for class. Ever hear of a revolutionary making
the bed before a war? Sandy was the type of student who didn't have
time to get involved in this business of "doing one's thing", or
whatever. She could find time....at times, to sip a social bit of
wine, to drink a beer or two with a friend. Once she even took a
drag off a joint. Habit? Not on your life....she once told a friend
she didn't bother with the stuff going around because she didn't
want to become dependent on anything.
I remember that on Friday night....when the kids were breaking
windows along Water Street....l was in the Moon-Glo Roller Rink.
On Saturday night, Sandy was in her room....boning for an exam.
Saturday night. This was the night the ROTC building was put
to the torch. Destroyed. Not the act of one man, one woman.
It was done by a mob of five hundred students who were mad at
the military....anything military. Reason? The man sitting in
the White House had campaigned on a promise of having a.secret plan
to end the war in Indochina,,,,now, almost beyond comprehension for
these five hundred chanting, screaming, draft-age people, this man
in the White House had moved heavy combat forces into Cambodia....