Words by Willa Umansky PZ ’27 Everything was so normal, not homey or cozy or anything too good or warm, but normal. Starkly so, in a way that I’m not particularly used to. Pleasantries were upheld and honored, I’d laughed politely about twelve times in a thirty minute period. I think my slight discomfort, inability to relax wholly, was bred from the strict adherence to … Continue reading The Bounds of Propriety