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...Biggest Joke Costume” category. Jessica M. Ferri ’13 walked the catwalk as a human-sized TI-89 calculator. Brian W. Yang ’13, who had found most of his costume in his roommate’s wardrobe, was dressed as a nerd, going for the effective “laugh at me as a means of distancing yourself” strategy. Matthew J. Devino ’13, resplendent in a matte-green skin color and sporting a ravishing, form-fitting wardrobe to accompany, was dressed up as ‘The Lamonster?...
...know what, Liz Lemon? “30 Rock” may have three-peated its “Best Comedy” routine, but you can suck it. We get it—you’re a nerd, but people still love you. You’re “unattractive” but you’re actually still pretty. You have no social grace but you still manage to have friends. Pretty much your life is perfect. I don’t know about the rest of you, but Tina Fey playing...
...high school, I was the unsociable, flatulent nerd. Lovable, not so much. No nerds were; that is at the very core of being a nerd. Pretending to passersby that I was waiting for my brother after school, while secretly wishing the Mathletes bus would hurry up and get there—that’s a nerd. Winning the public library’s book raffle three years running, because no one else entered—that’s a nerd. Ordering the Kong so frequently that the owner laughs every time I call and asks...
...high school senior, I thought Harvard would be a haven for others like me. The unfortunate truth, though, is that a nerd is a nerd, no matter where you put him, and, as it turns out, a Chemistry major is a Chemistry major, no matter how prestigious the university. I recall a particularly painful interaction, when, as an overeager Freshman, I was hit on by a Quadling in the Ten-Man. Looking up at this upperclassman with my best come-hither stare, from behind my intensely thick glasses, I tried as hard as I could to imitate the flirting...
...sober, late-night Kong infatuation aside (how did he always know I was going home to eat alone and study until I fell asleep on my Orgo textbook?), I like to consider myself a “normal” now, no longer a nerd, who has to compensate for her dorky major. Proof? I’m now an Economics major. I wear contacts. I generally shower once a day. It’s hard to say whether the concentration switch triggered my nerd-to-normal switch (indulge me for a second and let me believe this switch...