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...September, 1992. I'm a first-year. I'm walking along the path that cuts diagonally across the New Yard, from Thayer South to the stairway leading up to the Union. The four people whom I know from high school are scattered somewhere behind me in the Old Yard, in dorms whose names all sound the same to me. I can't keep all the things I have to do straight in my head. There are placement tests and mandatory meetings, extracurricular open-houses and social events highlighted in the little first-year booklet I've been given...
Today I walk along that same path through the Yard, from Thayer to the steps leading to the Union. I love this place. Where once it was cold and impersonal, it is now a place with remarkable friends on a human scale. There is safety here. Next year, Mike is going to graduate school outside of Cambridge. For those who were lucky enough to come into contact with him, Harvard will lose something. To us, the sight of Mike walking through the Yard means that things at Harvard are right. It's people like him who personalize, give life...
...situations. Things were only made worse by roommate Oswald, an anti-social computer programmer with a bad habit of urinating in a glass jar in various parts of the apartment. Oswald is both comic relief and a warning of what Marler could turn into; it's only a short path, he intimates, form his own awkwardness to his roommate's bizarre aggression...
...HAVE A FRIEND named "Frida," a fellowstudent at Harvard. Frida was premed: both of herparents are doctors, and there was more than alittle pressure in her household shoving her downthe golden path to sterile walls and malpracticesuits. She is also a wonderful and versatileartist. About halfway through her time here atHarvard, Frida freaked out and dropped out of thedoctor track. She'd finished all the prerequisitesbut one. The scene was pretty ugly: her fatheractually flew into Boston, got a hotel room, andstarted stalking her professors. I'm not sure whathe was trying to accomplish, but it was prettyscary...
When the final version of Win '95 ships (next century, perhaps?) Phase One of your master plan will be complete. A generation of college sloth, cut from your exemplary mold, will be born. Programmed to do your bidding, they will lead all users at Harvard down your wise path of computing. The Microsoft Revolution, unfinished when you expectedly left in the late 1970's, will finally be realized...