Re the Alewife station: 1985 was after my time in Cambridge, MA, so that explains it.
More memories of the Harvard visit: We learned that there are freeways in the US where the entrances and exits are not paired–as in, we just overshot the exit we wanted, so we’ll get out at this next exit and get right back on. That would work out here in fly-over country. Except in Cambridge, you can’t do that. For reasons that are obvious in retrospect.
We did eventually find ground parking near Harvard, in a lot where the attendants were effectively playing that game with 15 tiles in a square that could hold 16, and you are supposed to slide the tiles around to re-order them numerically. The attendants wanted us to leave the keys to the car–of course, because otherwise no one could get in or out of the lot. But this was not exactly valet parking at the Ritz Carlton. Since we were “not from around there,” we were pretty uncomfortable. How much would a prospective student like a tour with parents who were quietly fuming? I actually remember very little of the Harvard tour, possibly as a result. Did the tour guide say, “You probably won’t get in?” Probably not. Was the tour guide silently telegraphing, “You probably won’t get in?” Probably.
I like the Gothic-style architecture of the University of Chicago, but I have a British friend who remarked that Oxford and Cambridge had that architectural style because it was the style when the buildings were constructed. She considered it very faux-Gothic.
My daughter thought the admissions representative at Stanford who handled the question and answer session seemed “vindictive.” I discussed this word choice with her, because I don’t think a person can be vindictive without having first suffered some injury. She felt that the prospective students had injured him just by showing up, which meant that he had to run a session.
UCSB had already ended its tours for the day by the time we got there, although it was still during normal working hours. We had limited time to look at multiple UC campuses, so we took the self-guided tour. I had not visited UCSB before, and seeing on the map that it was right at the edge of the ocean, I had imagined a Southern California setting with surfing. Yay! Surfing! Sunshine and happiness in addition to a great campus! Oh, okay, well . . . . There may be surfing there at some times, but on one side of the campus, you could not access the beach directly at all, due to the unstable cliff. On another side, there was a lagoon with a lot of foam or sludge separating people from the ocean.