Returning to University for a Reunion, Which Felt Like Time Travel
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Returning to University for a Reunion, Which Felt Like Time Travel
Twenty years had passed since I last walked across the campus quadrangle, and the reunion committee promised a weekend of memories, lectures, and awkward name recognition. I booked a train ticket in May because hotels near the city fill quickly whenever alumni return in large groups.
The campus itself had changed more than I expected. A science building, which did not exist during my degree, now dominates the eastern edge where car parks once stood. The library, which underwent renovation in 2019, combines original stone facades with glass additions that divide opinion among older graduates. Walking paths, which we crossed daily between halls, follow the same routes though benches and planting have updated.
Registration took place in the student union, which smelled identically of coffee and floor polish. Volunteers, who
