A Demarest Recharge

Transformative experiences never happen when it's convenient, or even when I want them. In 1988, I was an art student and had finished my freshman year at Rutgers. Instead of escaping my Reagan-Republican roommates by finding a place to live near a few friends, I found Demarest Hall.It was--and is--a community more than a dorm, … Continue reading A Demarest Recharge