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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...l headed down to the Yard and made the 1 p.m. tour--sunglasses were in full force. Certainly it had been an inauspicious beginning, but it seemed to be turning around...
...CAME TO HARVARD BECAUSE MY TOUR-guide had great sunglasses. I suppose l should be embarrassed by such an admission; l would hope to be more analytical, less superficial. Such a profound--some say life-changing--choice could not have been founded upon something as tenuous as appropriate eye wear. Nevertheless, sunglasses lay at the heart of the matter...
...frosh weekend began and ended dismally. Upon arrival l quickly shooed my dad away, determined to have a stab at college self-sufficiency. 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...
Unfortunately, this was not the case. That night l trekked back to the Quad around 2 a.m. only to find that my host was not home. Stuck without a key card or a companion, l waited until 3 and then made my second trip from the Quad to the Yard, annoyed and disappointed. It was at this very moment of bitterness toward Harvard when the conundrum of the pre-frosh experience became clear to me, distilled into two essential truths: (1) this weekend, with its tours, jams and bashes would not really tell me anything about what my experience...
...girl l met at the ice Cream Bash confirmed this hypothesis: "Harvard only uses Coke products," she complained. Yale, on the other hand, had Pepsi products. It. was not political passion but simply an inflexible taste-preference that made her shun Coke. Yale...