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...another bite—a bite that proved disastrous. King reassured him. “There’s more room now. That was for both of us.” Minutes later, King himself felt the need to let it out. He leaned on a pillar above a trash can. “It’s not working,” he lamented. Thinking, he ran into the servery and obtained two glasses of milk. He then heated them in a microwave, after which he promptly chugged them down. “Come on, you can?...
...first two being in Dunster and Mather) and managed to succeed. “I’m all about control,” he boasted. Finally, at Adams, Lehe wrestled through his final chickwich amidst a crowd of onlookers, after which he promptly vomited in a nearby trash can. Always a gentleman, he profusely apologized. “Gross. I’m sorry, guys. I didn’t mean to do that in front of everybody,” he groaned. He proclaimed that it will be “forever” until his next chickwich...
...hadn’t seemed particularly important at home, where, on various occasions I was mistaken for a Brazilian, an Irishwoman and a Russian. But I do not possess a true cultural identity. I am a mongrel—an improbable amalgam of Midwestern white trash and New York City Jew (which makes for an interesting holiday season, culinarily speaking). Back home, I took my status as a cultural chameleon in stride. In my eastern Massachusetts hometown, where your roots need to extend five generations before you’re counted as native, and where non-natives are branded...
...identification a phenomenon limited to my room; at the activities fair held for first-years, representatives for organizations like the Hellenic Society gave out candy and encouraged students to sign up for e-mail lists. Though I looked, I did not find a table representing students of combined white-trash and Jewish descent. This was about the time I started telling people I was Freedonian...
...well-behaved if moderately inebriated students and their parents, eating junk food out of the backs of brand new SUV’s on a lawn outside the stadium. Though plenty of alcohol seemed to be consumed, the majority of empty beer bottles were neatly discarded in the available trash receptacles, and the grunting battle cries of frat boys were remarkably rare. One Notre Dame fan chalked it up to the “better class of people” that attended said game. “This is a top-notch college,” he commented...