I forgot another one, too: I slept in Sylvia Plath's dorm room at Cambridge while visiting the school for a week to decide between there and Oxford. I'm a HUGE Sylvia Plath fan, but I didn't find out until my last night there. What makes it kind of creepy is that I had packed my tattered copy of The Bell Jar in my duffle bag and had been reading it before going to sleep each night. Let's just say it took on a whole new significance that last night.
7/12/10 at 12:15am