Word: freshmen
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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Forget about the vending machine study breaks of yore. For this year’s lucky freshmen, it’s all about the mocktail...
...response. It was a nice laugh: short, not too shrill. “At three years old,” Bumatai said, “I wanted to be Big Bird.” When I got into Harvard, my father told me I should watch out for the freshmen who want to be president. There were some in every class—fast-talking, glad-handing politicos who started campaigning for the Oval Office the minute they entered the Yard. Ignore them, my dad said. The people who will actually succeed in politics are smart enough to keep their...
...waded into the whirlpool of freshman ambition, but emerged unsatisfied. The freshmen would most likely mellow. I wanted to talk to an upperclassman, someone who had had time to be disillusioned—and who still thought he could be president. Caleb L. Weatherl ’10 had been president of the Harvard Republican Club as a sophomore. He wrote occasional political pieces as a member of The Crimson’s editorial board. I had never met him, but I kept hearing his name, prefaced, as if by Homeric epithet, by “that guy who wants...
...tomato soup and quiche and settled down to break the ice. Caleb chatted cordially in a Texas-inflected accent. He kept using words like “Absolutely!” and “Fantastic!” He seemed very knowledgeable, very nice, very bland. Unlike the freshmen I had interviewed, he did not reek of ambition. I would not have picked him out as a guy with major political ambitions. But there was a certain carefulness in the way he talked to me. He had prepped for our interview by reading my previous articles. And of course...
...Freshmen, don’t follow our freshman year example. Ours was dominated by Pokémon Snap tournaments, (which were surprisingly poorly attended—considering the posters we made). As midterms finish up and you realize you don’t actually have to attend Ec10 lectures, you will have hours of free time that you’ll spend agonizing over what Facebook gift to send to that thick biddy in Straus B. In high school, you mostly spent your time padding your resume by competing in the Tri-Valley Quiz Bowl Tournament, creating a (fake...