Word: roomed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...woman from downstairs dragged me into her room, shut the door, looked around nervously, and then whispered, "How many times do you need to masturbate...
That was the highlight of Freshman Week in Stoughton Hall. It was not entirely unheralded: I had had premonitions of disaster when I climbed up the four very long flights to my cavernous one-room double and stared at my roommate with the calculator looped around her belt. I had worried about the place when I met the guy downstairs who bleached his hair ash blond and posted death poetry, embellished by skull and crossbones, on his door. I got nervous when I heard the strains of opera punctuated by very loud and horrifyingly off-key singing in the room...
...meet any more people out to prove to me that they deserved to be at Harvard. I didn't want to take tours and gape at the Yard, or watch people such up to professors in forced "discussions." So I boycotted Freshman Week, huddled in my half of the room with my best friend and fellow groupie from prep school, wincing as Ellen talked chemistry with the girl across the hall and paraded around in her orange pajamas and electric blue bathrobe...
...dominated the floor in spirit by virtue of their loud, inane squels of girlish fun. They raced around in shorty nightgowns, short-sheeted beds, watched TV, hung out their windows and flirtatiously called down to men, and played cute little pranks like getting some guy to burst into my room at 3 a.m. and jump on my bed while they laughed maniacally outside. Welcome to summer camp. One of them, Lori, was a real space shot; she babbled in a soft, coy voice and wandered about in heavy makeup, glassy eyed. The other, Tamara, was an aggressive, competitive overachiever...
...Foundering, I decided to take my proctor's advice and fulfill my requirements first. I groped for some sense of direction and settled on the survey courses--I'll read everything from Plato to Marx, I thought excitedly. Then I went to my first class, and fought for standing room with hundreds of other people. I listened (there were too many people to see) as the professor told us to fill out index cards; she would select and admit to the course a fraction of those assembled...