The lawn in front of the old­est build­ing on cam­pus con­tains grey­ing con­crete benches of old. Slowly erod­ing away and sink­ing into the Earth, the smat­ter­ing of benches on the hill might resem­ble tomb­stones to a dis­tant eye. A weary stu­dent might take a break on one of these moss encrusted relics. Per­haps look­ing around, they might spot an inscrip­tion carved into the back of the stone. Brush­ing away debris, one of them faintly but clearly reads “Class of 1910.”

1910. An aver­age grad­u­ate would be around 118 years old now. I won­der how many of them are left.