A significant part of my learning took place in the Silliman Dining Hall. Ensconced at a long table or a large round one, I often spent more than a couple of hours at a single meal. Friends came and went. I stayed. The discussions were lively, and ranged from the subject matter of courses I would never have time to take to politics, philosophy, sports, theater, music, and social life. Thirty years later, while taking my daughter on the college tour, at the entrance to the Dining Hall, I had the pleasure of pointing out the spot where I met her mother.
– Marvin Krakow