Word: pre-frosh
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...ever remember that chunk of time between the joyous opening of the Harvard acceptance email and the awkward and uninhibited arrival of pre-frosh weekend. But Flyby can recall getting a certain uncomfortable congratulatory/inquisitive phone call one ripe April afternoon that went a little something like this...
Come to find out, that was the work of the Undergraduate Admissions Council, which holds a phone-a-thon—staffed by volunteers—every year. Today, Flyby jumped at the chance to chat up some pre-frosh and answer the pressing questions of the next generation of the brightest and best students in the nation...
...structure in light of the Dowling Report. Discussions will take place in FiCom and SAC committee meetings this week and will continue throughout the semester. UC parliamentarian Eric N. Hysen ’11, who helped to facilitate the meeting, said he expected the process would be completed around pre-frosh weekend. —Staff writer Brittany M. Llewellyn can be reached at bllewell@fas.harvard.edu. —Staff writer Eric P. Newcomer can be reached at newcomer@fas.harvard.edu...
...little pep. 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...
...self-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...