License to Graduate

When I was accepted to UVA in December 1990, my dad ordered a personalized license plate to celebrate the Class of 1995 before I had even stepped foot into LeFevre dorm for first year. After finding my car missing the prized plate more than once during my four years on Grounds, I had an extra for display. It seemed only fitting to wear the plate on gravitation day for the final walk down the Lawn. My car still bears the 1995 brand, and I often hear a honk and “Wahoowa” from fellow drivers.

 Heather Allen