Word: prefrosh
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It’s important to be creative with one’s prefrosh persona. Mine has been carefully crafted in advance. Starry-eyed Leslie O’Shea is as far from my urban, Visual and Environmental Science, Yale-deferred self as possible. But I kinda like...
...thing, she gets way more action. As a prefrosh, I’m receiving more male attention than in my entire freshman year. Right now I’m getting a hug from Mark. My research assistant Lauren E. Berk ’06 (’07 for tonight) and I had approached him and two of his friends, who immediately welcomed us to their table in Loker. Mark is biding his time: he wants to arrive “fashionably late” for the ice cream bash. I share my dual-school dilemma with the group. Anne...
Finally—blessedly—we’re at the ice cream. A prefrosh is scooping, and seemingly trying to pick up each girl by giving her scooping tips. A representative piece of advice is, “Go for the side, it’s softer that way.” I compliment him on his arm definition and ask where he learned these skills. Modestly, he chalks it up to life experience and “common sense.” While two excited prefrosh bust out their moves on an Annenberg table, we wander aimlessly...
...much as I want to mock the prefrosh, there’s something about their friendliness, the wide-eyed quality they have. It’s nice to be around people who are enthusiastically discussing their favorite books and what they want to study, rather than griping about Quantitative Reasoning requirements and unintelligible teaching fellows. It doesn’t hurt that Matt wants to major in English and is gushing about F. Scott Fitzgerald. “You have to love Gatsby,” he says with the authority only a prefrosh can muster. “Everyone...
...host said there will be a party tonight where girls dress up like Catholic schoolgirls and party like you’ve never seen.” It is now officially time to leave. We bid goodbye to Pius ’07, along with our peppy prefrosh personas. Math-loving Leslie O’Shea has been good to me, but I’ll have to put her on the shelf—at least until next year...