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...Harvard--green grass, red brick, white mortar and trim, blue river through the iron gates. Upperclassmen lay quietly on the lawn talking or reading books, a social world apart from the forced friendliness (and friend-lessness) of the Yard. From the middle of the biggest and loudest group, Dave waved me over. He was surprisingly attractive and had a delicious smile, and his friends were the same. Dave introduced me to all these glamorous gay men and funny, lively women and right then I fell uncritically in love--with Dave, with his friends, with all the juniors, with Harvard...
...leaving behind. I was a high school graduate, an openly gay activist, a scholar and an increasingly independent person. That summer I had traveled to Europe with my friends, had navigated foreign train stations and surly hostelkeepers with aplomb. But as soon as I arrived at Harvard, I met Dave and Andre, and I was humbled like the ninth grader I had been. I had met Dave online that in-between summer. The instant I decided to go to Harvard I added that fact to my AOL profile, and he sent me a congratulatory note, having searched "Harvard...
...tried too hard and assumed too much. Walking home drunkenly from a party one night, a friend of Dave's leaned suspiciously heavily on me and slipped his hand in my back pocket. More soberly the next day, he called and asked if I'd like to come by his room to hang out. I was elated at this social triumph--he was cool and suave and built, and a sophomore. A catch. Never mind that after half an hour of conversation he abruptly and unblushingly dimmed the lights, turned on jazz music and folded out his futon. We proceeded...
...That day I was their pet. I sat in Dave's living room in Eliot and just watched him and his roommate Andre stick posters on the walls and argue about the placement of the furniture. They fussed over me--how did I like my dorm, and Annenberg, and what did I think of the place--not too much, but enough so that I talked and felt witty and knowledgeable, an insider on my first day. Everything impressed me: the vintage hexagonal tiles in their bathroom, the working fireplace, the slant of the light, Andre's chic black shoes (that...
...Dave, Andre and their friends have graduated. A senior now, I look at my first-year self in his Kenneth Cole boots and think: I was so young, younger than I ever realized. The afternoon light in the Eliot House courtyard seems to glimmer from the other end of the world...