Prefrosh event
Last night, I went to a reception for about an hour for prospective students from Rochester who were recently admitted to my undergraduate institution. It was mostly high school students, their parents, and older alumni; the only other person my age was the representative from Alumni Relations who was from my class, but I never knew her. I was asked more than once what high school I go to. The high school students knew better; one of them asked me if I was a parent of an admitted student.