As I casually and slowly walked between the pews, I spotted faces I recog- nized and places I had occupied years ago as a student. I was the last new faculty member to enter; after me came a stream of incoming freshmen, sophomores, and juniors. They swarmed in quickly behind me, unable to hide their anxiety, stepping on my heels until I took my seat. This was our first ceremony at the school, "taking one's place." Through this ritual new members were formally introduced to the school and shown where we belonged among the community. Each new member had a desig- nated seat- one we would occupy almost every morning for the next year. The seating is arranged like bleachers in a football stadium - four rows of wood-carved seats face one another, with the aisle we had just paraded down separating them. I belonged in the highest, back row, where all fac-
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