Strongest impressions:
Colby went down down down. The place gave the whole family the heebie-jeebies. Just not for our kids—the tour of the lavish sports facility didn’t help. Felt like we were in Dubai. (Maybe the new performing arts/creative center would have made a better impression.) When we were driving away, the Big Star song “Night Time” came on, with the verse “Get me out of here / Get me out of here / I hate it here / Get me out of here…” Daughter: “That’s me at Colby.”
Bard went way up. Loved the intellectual atmosphere. Visited the graves of Hannah Arendt and Philip Roth. Son wasn’t all that impressed with the science going on there, but excited by the humanities seriousness.