Congratulations on the new transfer students (feature, July 10): a well-thought-out approach.

I transferred into Princeton as a junior. My first two years were at Rice University. I think there were eight or so of us who transferred in from various schools. I never met any of them. There was no support network. However, there was a special bicker. Someone in the administration told me that Rice was the only school below the Mason-Dixon line from which they would accept transfers. I think the fact that Princeton had earlier accepted me as a freshman and that my brother graduated in ’57 helped quite a bit. 

I just parachuted in and tried to survive. It was one of the smartest moves I ever made.