<p>Have no idea how much it counted in the end in the absolute sense, but in one of her essays, she mentioned wanting to belong to a community of scholars and wanting to be in a dorm like mine, where the Near-East Studies majors left each other messages in hieroglyphics on their erasable whiteboards. At the very least she had a supply of “life at JHU” anecdotes to help her write (we didn’t let her write about the time my stuffed bunny was stolen from my dorm room and placed behind the clock of Gilman clock tower … and what I did in retaliation to the perps).</p>