Word: fops
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...risk of voicing what I know to be the unpopular position, let me say once and for all: I hated FOP. Every grimy, sweaty, exhausting, hungry moment of it. Since I’ve never been known as a born athlete, people often find it hard to believe I was a FOPper, but I’ve hiked many times before, and love the great outdoors. What I soon discovered on FOP, however, was that my love of nature is predicated on the ability to shower after a long hike. Slowly watching my leg hair grow out over the course...
...Class of 2013 FOP veterans, you will have dropped your 40-pound backpacks, washed off your tarps, and showered five days of encrusted dirt off of your weary, malnourished bodies. If you were like me, perhaps you also tried unsuccessfully to wash away the indelible emotional marks that FOP seared into your brain. Or perhaps you returned an enlightened soul and reveled in your newfound confidence, the mountain air still cycling in your lungs, desperate for the FOP leader application forms...
...know that the majority of FOP goers love their experience, and return to campus with a solid group of friends as well as memories that glow like a spider-filled twilight in the Catskills. For some, FOP is undoubtedly a cherished experience. The leaders are knowledgeable and friendly, and a spirit of openness and acceptance reigns (though with each saccharine bonding activity my morale chipped slowly away). The kids on my trip were nice, fun, and (unlike me) made the best of their experience. Nevertheless, I remain convinced that there are some people, like myself, who had an awful experience...
...thing is, I don’t blame the leaders, the kids, or even the experience itself. But I do blame whoever allows FOP, FUP, and FAP to send so many harassing and misleading pamphlets to the homes of all incoming freshman. On just one of these pamphlets—regular covered with quotes like “I never went on FOP, and it was the worst decision of my Harvard career” and “I made all my friends on FOP!”— I would have liked to have seen...
Chances are you’ve just gotten back from FOP and suddenly you realize how much you actually smell. Not having shaved your legs/face for a week is no longer rugged; it’s gross. Guess what? This is likely to be the exact moment when you meet your freshman year roommate (could this be your best friend forever?), plus the mother, the father, and the little sister (all in matching crimson-colored Harvard sweatshirts). Freaked? Don’t worry. The Crimson’s got your back. We’ll teach you how to survive...