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...random notes to help guide your discussions with friends and roommates. If you did all these things, you are at the wrong school, pointy-head. The proper response to your roommates scholarly query, "What did you think of those books?" is, "What books?" or "Let's smoke some dope...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Notes From the Underground... | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...fuckin' preppie wimp," Little Joe blurted and stomped away to his room where he would play Ramones and smoke dope until he was lulled to sleep...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Of Wolves and Men | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

Back to the night. Where the wolf strains his eyes and sneezes through the dope smoke. The man opens the door; expanding clouds of pot smoke tumble out into the hallway two doors down from the senior tutor's apartment. The man enters the party. A panorama of naked wolves raise their hungry and wondrous eyes to him. It is dark and they are all seated on the floor, forming a circle and passing the pipe with an ambience of mysterious ritual. They toke and laugh and smile nervously as they apply their peripheral vision; some just roll back their...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Of Wolves and Men | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...know much about Harvard," Chuck continued modestly, and proceeded to lecture us on the pitfalls of elitism and the greatness of his undergrad years at Colby. He then told us he would turn in any pushers, but would tolerate dope-smoking, and shoved us out into the perils of Saturday Night Freshman Week...

Author: By Susand D. Chira, | Title: Welcome to my Night-mare | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

Total strangers wandered through the dorm, madly introducing themselves, in search of instant friends. The nauseatingly sweet smell of incense (burned to cover the odor of dope) and the stench of old beer permeated the dorm. Music blared from every corner of the Yard, while huge groups of drunken men huddled and leered at women going from party to party. I got asked the big four questions--name, school, career plans, SAT scores--so often I could recite them in seconds (although I refused, as a matter of principle, to talk scores). After one night of parties...

Author: By Susand D. Chira, | Title: Welcome to my Night-mare | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

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