UNH — Again

Thomson Hall
UNH
Durham, NH

I returned from Ireland near the end of August 1985, and within a week I left Haddonfield for the last time and headed back to UNH to make something of myself. I had no place to live, no courses and no job, but I knew what I had to do. I felt that now that I had some worldly sense and perspective I could be the kind of student that I wanted to be.

I threw myself into school, but I was surprised to find that I now had a new problem; my peers. It seemed that I had come back to college looking for an immersive education experience while most of the other students simply wanted to have fun. I also felt that the instructors went along with setting the bar low in order not to lose those few students who might be half listening. A necessity for them perhaps, but definitely not what I was looking for.

After the fall semester was over I left UNH once again. I didn't blame anyone but myself for this, since it was I who had changed and not the institution. I didn't want to be in college and I didn't want to be living at home. I found the third way in the form of a little town near Durham called Portsmouth...