Community and friendly competition

I look back on my Wilson years with much fondness. The comfort and community, as a scared and nervous freshman, of having not one, but six suitemates, and soon knowing hundreds of familiar and friendly faces ... and the continuing pleasure, as a sophomore, of being able to choose as roommates not one, but five, of my best friends.  

Best memories? The after-dinner volleyball games: people of all ethnicities, ages, fashions, studies, talents, and interests, sharing a friendly competition, every evening, until the last trace of light had disappeared and we no longer could even pretend to see the ball.