Yes, I certainly did, and that's one of the very special memories I have
of Chapel Hill is 218 Spencer Dorm, which is where I roomed. It's
interesting, when I came to Chapel Hill, I arrived early. That's pretty
typical of me, coming to a place early, probably because I needed the
security of checking the place out, and I met another young woman from
Lenoir, North Carolina. Just as I was walking up the steps, there she
was, and we hit it off immediately. She's very warm and friendly, and we
both unpacked. I was on the third floor, and she was on the second
floor, and we together decided that we would go around and spend the
rest of the day, after we said good-bye to our parents, we would spend
the rest of the day helping girls get into their rooms, knowing how
scary it must be for them as it was for us. So we went around and helped
girls unpack and just sort of became a welcoming committee for everybody
in the dorm. It was just a wonderful way to meet all the girls from day
one, and they were from all over. They were from all over North
Carolina, from towns that I'd never even heard of because I had not
really travelled very far in the state. And they were from New York, and
I'll never forget Suzanne Aiello from Brooklyn, New York with this heavy
New York accent, and I fell in love with her the day I'd met her. I'd
never known anybody with such an accent and such a manner, just a
presence about her. She was quite frightened. She was one of the few
girls on our hall who had a single, which meant that she didn't have a
roommate, and so I really felt a particular interest in getting to know
her. I didn't want her to feel isolated, and there were probably not
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comfortable with Suzanne because she was different from the rest of us,
and so it was a nice experience to get to know her. What was also
interesting that first week of school, we were told, "You have a
roommate, you're assigned a roommate, and there are no changes in that
rule. You have to stick with that roommate for at least that first
semester, if not the first year." They were strict about that, and my
roommate, she was just a darling girl, but I remember the first night,
she cried herself to sleep. The second night, she cried herself to
sleep, and by the third night, I thought, "How in the world am I going
to get past this?" I was so happy to be at Chapel Hill, and she was
clearly so unhappy, and the good friend that I had met the first day,
who was Frances Dayvault, also had a roommate who was really quite shy
and quite distant and unhappy. We introduced our roommates to each
other, Betty and Anne, and they really hit it off. They had a lot in
common. Part of what they had in common was that they were both so shy
and uncomfortable in this new situation.