Word: dropping
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...very first day of Harvard. As the fall went on, I'd meet them there periodically because ABP was close to the T and out of the Yard. So, it came as no surprise when my mother suggested coffee one October afternoon so that she could drop off my winter coat. I was a little late and caught a glance of her scrutinizing the dry oatmeal cookies, the rust-colored, checked blazer my father had picked out six sizes too big last Christmas dwarfing her tiny frame...
...After calmly navigating the mess of paperwork, "warm fuzzies" and eager parents at the admissions office, I gratefully received my room assignment. At the time, the word "Currier" was just a name on paper--it did not signify "the Quad." My host had left me a message: I could drop off my things in her room but she wouldn't be there. Several inquiries and two wrong-turns later I found myself at the entrance to Currier. My relief was short-lived; I still had to make my way, key card-less, through a gauntlet of obstacles--unsympathetic entrance-person...
...very first day of Harvard. As the fall went on, I'd meet them there periodically because ABP was close to the T and out of the Yard. So, it came as no surprise when my mother suggested coffee one October afternoon so that she could drop off my winter coat. I was a little late and caught a glance of her scrutinizing the dry oatmeal cookies, the rust-colored, checked blazer my father had picked out six sizes too big last Christmas dwarfing her tiny frame...
...INVASIVE MEDICAL PROCEDURES, MTV MIGHT HAVE LET us move inside and out of the rain. No such luck. We still have one more hour on the sidewalk. Now, however, we are out on Broadway beneath the windows of the MTV studios, and in an effort to suck every last drop of freed publicity out of our suffering, we are offered "Wannabee a VJ" signs to carry while we wait. We decline the honor, but those around us embrace their servitude with glee...
...After calmly navigating the mess of paperwork, "warm fuzzies" and eager parents at the admissions office, l gratefully received my room assignment. At the time, the word "Currier" was just a name on paper--it did not signify "the Quad." My host had left me a message: l could drop off my things in her room but she wouldn't be there. Several inquiries and two wrong-turns later l found myself at the entrance to Currier. My relief was short-lived; l still had to make my way, key card-less, through a gauntlet of obstacles--unsympathetic entrance-person...