James D. P. O’Connor

Dorm/House: Stoughton/Cabot

Concentration: Pure Math

Hometown: Christchurch, New Zealand

Ideal Date: Eating granola in Annenberg, or potentially Kirkland if I’m feeling adventurous

What do you look for in a girl/guy: I’m generally after someone who knows all the lyrics to “Wagon Wheel” by the Old Crow Medicine Show

Where to find you on a Saturday night: Most Saturday nights I’m on a horse

Your best pick-up line: Something about New Zealand, I dunno

Best or worst lie you’ve ever told: Gingers have souls

Something you’ve always wanted to tell someone: 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12345678987654321

Favorite childhood activity: The times when I used to go to Mt. Doom to destroy the ring of power. Also, playing on the trampoline.

Sexiest physical trait: It definitely used to be my rattail haircut, but that’s gone now.

Best part about Harvard: All the Asian tourists and those guys who take the tours and talk really loud

Worst part about Harvard: Despite being some of the smartest people around, many people think that just because I’m from New Zealand, I will somehow know their friend in Australia. And that I have a British accent. Which they then try to do.

Describe yourself in three words: I like turtles

In 15 minutes you are: Still procrastinating

In 15 years you are: Fully clothed