I never thought that the Caribbean island of Antigua, of all places and things, would embody so well my apprehension of coming to Scripps College. Orientation was like Antigua; the light was blinding and as an East Coaster, the palm trees were a novelty. I remember being one of 250-strong first-year Scrippsies, packed in a line, three by three, marching in a herd towards Garrison Theater. It was time for yet another presentation, yet another lecture. They were all the same to