I just went through a ton of my boxes trying to find the lyrics to Rosemont’s Alma Mater. I can’t find them! UGH! I did find a bunch of old stuff– my old box of obituaries that I used to collect, more pinups of River Phoenix, CB Barnes, A-Ha, and Johnny Depp than I wish to ever admit to and quite of bit of Rosemont stuff but sadly no lyrics. I know I have them somewhere. I did find a black and white photograph of me sitting barefoot on a trunk, playing a harmonica flagged by posters of James Dean and Sir Laurence Olivier. I think one of the Bosnian twins took it for a photography class. I have bangs in it which means it must have been taken my junior year right after Audra gave me bangs in homage to Xena Warrior Princess. Such sweet memories of the four of us (Bosnian twins, Audra and me) sitting on my twin bed, watching Xena on my little Sony tv with rabbit ears and feeling so empowered. I have such wonderful memories of Rosemont… I can’t seem to stop them flooding back and I just want to cry knowing what is happening to my school. I know most of you can’t understand why going co-ed is so repellent to me. But Rosemont is a haven for a particular type of girl. And without that haven I despair thinking what may happen to these girls. They’ll go to some co-ed institution and get lost in the shuffle. It’s sad to me.