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FlyBy chatted with four randomly selected students of the 2,046 admitted to the Class of 2013 today to find out a little bit more about our new frosh friends. The lucky ‘13ers we spoke to received e-mails ranging from 5:02-5:15 pm. Most were excited. Meet the fab four after the jump...
...expected to generate loud cheering and extreme happiness. This is standard. But most of this year's recipients--with the exception of a couple of Greenough groups--remained strangely apathetic, with one girl even shooing the earnest upperclassmen away from her door. The Quincyites made several attempts to infiltrate frosh rooms in order to elevate the excitement, but to no avail: most newbies stood around rather awkwardly, accepting their fate happily but not emoting much more...
...sequel to our critically-acclaimed first House t-shirt post, we at FlyBy are going to bring the WOOD. Want to know which newly-inducted frosh were disappointed by their House's offering? Who loved 'em? Read...
...Like almost everyone else at this school, I enjoy two things: G-chat and complaining. Usually, both at the same time. But watching these other schools cheer, I kind of wished more Harvard people were there. There I was, wearing the Harvard sweatshirt that I bought during pre-frosh weekend, excited by the Leverett 80’s dance and the Scrabble I played with my host. For the first time since then, I was wearing it out of school spirit, and not because I needed to do laundry. Listen: we have no mascot. We can never have a mascot...
...delusion, and entire bottles of Shiseido concealer. Due to both the rarity of my escapades and the inconvenience of carrying around a pipette and graduated cylinder to measure the miniscule amounts I can drink, I am only slightly more experienced at being drunk than the most sheltered of pre-frosh. Perhaps as a result, every time that I’ve cleared the hurdle of staying awake past pre-festivities, I wake up the next morning to realize that I’ve done something horrific during the actual festivities. Last May, I threw a drink at the president-elect...