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From The Publisher's Desk
In September 1968, I arrived at Hayes-Healy Hall, one of two women’s dorms at the University of San Francisco.
I was assigned to room 213, along with a sophomore co-ed who was not required to attend freshman orientation. I was all alone in room 213 my first few days of college, at the end of what seemed at the time like a very dark and lonely hall.
One of the first people I met was Nancy. She was miserable too, but for different reasons. She had spent her high school years in Hawaii, basking in the sun and fun of life in paradise. It was her parents’ idea, not hers, to attend nursing school at a Jesuit university an ocean away from her surfer boyfriend.
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