The above quote is from Sundy (Barbara) Smith—Class of 1968. Read her full memory below:

Fall semester 1965 and I was taking my first creative writing class, taught by the kind and accepting scholar Park Honan. With only maybe ten students, we were in one of the windowless meeting rooms in the upper floors of the Rock. It was a late afternoon, maybe a Friday. Class went as usual, but fifteen minutes before the end, Mr. Honan took a paper from his briefcase. Without an introduction, he began to read out loud. It was a story about an adolescent girl getting her first bra. When he finished he paused dramatically. “THAT,” he said “Is a story. Class dismissed.” And without a word we got up and left. The story was mine and that moment at the Rockefeller Library changed my life.