Under the Harkness Tower

Bells in the Harkness Tower carillonOver the course of junior year, I grew accustomed to the regular assault of the Carillon a few feet above my head. At the end of the spring term I negotiated a one-month extension for a term paper on the phenomenology of time. Little did I know my concentration was about to go into the deep freeze to make room for non-stop performances by an international carillonneurs convention. My head is still ringing and I am still working on that paper…

Aki Fleshler