Harvard was a phenomenal experience for me.Academic life was fascinating. I used to sit in on lots ofclasses I hadn't even signed up for. And dorm life wasterrific. I lived up at Radcliffe, in Currier House. Therewere always lots of people in my dorm room late atnight discussing things, because everyone knew I didn'tworry about getting up in the morning. That's how Icame to be the leader of the anti-social group. Weclung to each other as a way of validating our rejection of all those social people.
Radcliffe was a great place to live. There were more women up there, and most of the guys weremath-science types. That combination offered me the best odds, if you know what I mean. That'swhere I learned the sad lesson that improving your odds doesn't guarantee success.
One of my biggest memories of Harvard came in January 1975, when I made a call from CurrierHouse to a company in Albuquerque in New Mexico that had begun making the world's first personalcomputers. I offered to sell them software.
I worried that they would realize I was just a student in a dorm and hang up on me. Instead theysaid: "We're not quite ready, come see us in a month," which was a good thing, because we hadn'twritten the software yet.