Word: proctors
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Rescue 911: During orientation week, an enthusiastic first-year student stays up all night to study for the QRR test. Early in the morning, she falls asleep and wakes up 45 minutes into the test. She runs into the hallway in her pajamas to find her proctor. The door locks behind her. The Harvard police come to open the door. But they don't have a number two pencil...
...seventh day," I wrote the second week of school, "the Lord created Ashvin. And the Lord looked down and saw that Ashvin was good. And the Lord smiled upon Ashvin." This started a series of messages that I posted each night on our entryway door. If Dwight, our proctor, noticed them, he never mentioned anything--he didn't talk much, that Dwight...
...three years ago, I moved into my first year home, Hurlbut, with a considerable degree of uncertainty. My proctor, Lee, had led off his welcome letter by insisting that "it's not that bad," so I figured it probably was. A haven for older students and musicians, Hurlbut had a healthy supply of singles, but I had been placed in a "suite" for three overlooking an empty lot (now the Inn at Harvard) on Mass. Ave. and the Hong Kong. We piled all our books and desks into the common room and managed to stuff our clothing, clock radios...
...many first-years at Harvard, the proctor isa fairly minor player in everyday life. Mine,though, was a central figure--he became thesecurity blanket and quasi-parental figure that,as much as I hate to admit it, I still reallyneed. Lee new about every sidelong glance I gotfrom a guy I liked, got the play-by-play on everyminor roommate tiff, and listened to all mybitching about my parents. He was the first personto know when I found out I was going to appear on"Jeopardy!" in the spring, and when the show airedin...
...proverbial shit didn't hit my fan untilsophomore year, when we happy dormmates split into13 different camps, my courseload began to growunbearably heavy and tedious (you'd be amazed howmuch the Harvard establishment loves its Puritans)and my proctor took off to Connecticut College tobegin what has turned out to be a very successfulstint as an Admissions Dean. Only then did Iexperience the depths of college misery andself-doubt. I had to be more "on my own" before Icould become painfully self-aware and obsessive...