Junior year, I lived in Branford over the archway closest to York St. by the walkway between Branford and JE. Bob Blank and I had a memorable two-room “suite”, small and wonderfully unique. Complete with fireplace. Our common room, the one you walked into, had a small window that opened onto a sloping slate roof. I would climb out that window, climb over the top of the small peaked roof, and nestle into the crevice formed by the angles in the roof. I loved the architecture of the sloping roof lines, loved the perch, and most especially enjoyed hiding in plain sight. Someone on the Branford/JE walkway would occasionally see me but I was mostly invisible. It was a sweet spot to relax and breathe.
– Joel Bard
Library Walk, between JE and Branford, remains a special place for me. The solid architectural statement made by these two colleges served as a frame for my frequent walks along the tree-lined great stone walkway. It offered a short journey, long enough to reflect on the day’s prospects or share repartee with passing classmates. Perhaps this space also symbolized important transitions for me: a change from West Coast to East Coast surroundings; a daily commute from Wright Hall to Pierson College; a compact stage upon which the seasons played their respective roles; the development of a naive teenager into a young man questioning his place in the world. A location attached to my memory by a sense of belonging, curiosity, enthusiasm and hope.
– Thatcher Shellaby