NOAA Novemberspring2006

reunions image20th Reunion Chatter

Rebels Rising

 

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The Class of ’86 celebrates Olde Reed by parading from the library’s old entrance—now a fire exit.

   

Members of the “Rebel Class of 1986” held true to form at the 20th reunion. On Saturday afternoon, reveling in memories and memorabilia (from both the takeover of President Bragdon’s office and the occupation of Eliot Hall), a group of rabble rousers formed its own starting place for the all-class parade. Preserving the memory of “Olde Reed,” and harkening back to thesis parades of yore, we split from the main parade and gathered around the bushes and emergency exit of the old library, before cheering our way back to the main throng. Of course, not all of our class succumbed to the rebellious peer pressure, holding true to form 20 years later.

Later, partaking in the Renn Fayre-like (yet family-friendly) atmosphere of Reunions, Gretchen Gibbs enthusiastically enticed the grownups onto the bouncy slide, and was quickly followed by John Manzo, who was indeed graceful on his journey down (we have the photos to prove it). Manzo proved to be quite the master of ceremonies and promised to corral an even bigger crowd for the next reunion, all the while reminding one alumna that she still owed him $15 for a television from way back when. (Charge denied!)

The Saturday evening marimba band brought creaky limbs to the dance floor. Rabeca Reese (MALS) remarked: “I enjoyed seeing these Reedies still dancing 20 years on—most dancing the same dances, but in the cool light of the outdoors, rather than the deep dimness of the old commons pit. They looked pretty good!”

As the evening wound down, the rebels commandeered the Winch social room for beer and ’80s music (compiled by Adam Whiting, of course). While not as loud as in the old days—when we had more energy and hair (not to mention beer)—the dancing went until dawn, the crew had a blast looking at old photos (brought by Whiting, Grace Richter, myself, and many others), and laughing about escapades far too interesting and depraved to mention here.

Throughout, the 29 class members and 31 guests had a great time together; the only downside was that more did not attend (where were you all?). There were surprise visits from James McQuillan, Caitlin Cray ’87, Marya Zlatnik ’88, Bret Fetzer ’87 (who was awesome in his show on Saturday night), and Eric Gier ’87; many photos, scrapbooks (especially from the divestment struggle), and old Quests (damn, we were serious in those days); and many joyous offspring running all about.

John Colgrove noted that chemistry majors attending Reunions this year were all in “the same, relatively pedestrian boat”: married, with children, though their careers diverged widely (how very Reed!). The group included Colgrove and his old roommate Gier, Kevan Shokat, Whiting, and Kurt Myers. Colgrove’s thumbs-up list from the gathering included the hordes of kids playing with a giant inflated soccer ball (“for all I know, it’s still wandering the campus,” he said). Any minuses? “The joy of bad karaoke will live forever.”

—Evan Rose ’86

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