Word: guys
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...lady wouldn't do that." (Dismissed); Rob, the awestruck and disoriented Midwestern roommate of the Death Poet, wandering about sadly, latching onto anyone who would listen, occasionally making conversation with the two calculator-addled physics jocks who haunted the stairs and discussed their SAT scores; the tall silent guy we nicknamed Frankenstein, stalking out at dusk, headed for God knew what, and returning at dawn...
...written part was uneventful; at the least the words looked familiar. But the oral comprehension was another matter. "Pedro--" began the woman on the tape, promisingly. "Yatakatakatakatakatakatakatakataka." "Dios mio!" came the response. "Yatakatakatakatakatakataka." I gave up after the second line and just laughed. I was not alone. Some guy got up and did the flamenco. My score on the test was 415, which, by the law of averages, I would have scored on the placement test in Urdu...
...puerile Jewish American Princesses who dominated the floor in spirit by virtue of their loud, inane squels of girlish fun. They raced around in shorty nightgowns, short-sheeted beds, watched TV, hung out their windows and flirtatiously called down to men, and played cute little pranks like getting some guy to burst into my room at 3 a.m. and jump on my bed while they laughed maniacally outside. Welcome to summer camp. One of them, Lori, was a real space shot; she babbled in a soft, coy voice and wandered about in heavy makeup, glassy eyed. The other, Tamara...
...never slept much, and he said I was a natural. I marched into the building determined not to take any crap and to do well. My first day I tackled two stories, the first about a black student accusing a teacher of racism, and the second about a guy who fell off a fire escape and whose parent threatened to sue The Crimson if I wrote the story. It was my first real challenge at Harvard. I wrote both stories and nobody sued...
None of this would be so painful if it was rip-off plain and simple. The rip-off, however, is a righteous one. Harvard may in fact hate America but it hates this guy a lot more...