Dear Amherst community,
Following recent discussions on the lack of Amherst traditions and school spirit, I’m writing today to speak with you candidly on the question of one of the oldest pieces of Amherst folklore, the Sabrina, and on what she means (and what she could mean) to the Amherst community.
The close of the spring semester last May brought with it the desperate anticipation of summer, the frenzied stress of finals, the end of Tony Marx’s term as president of Amherst and a combination of all three.
Upperclassmen may remember coming into Valentine and finding all the framed pictures in the dining hall, formerly of college history and old buildings, changed to photographs of our 18th president.
