A Little Levity
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Choose your own adventure with a Thanksgiving twist. Where will yours lead?
This year you’ve decided to invest in the greatest of all Turkey Day traditions, the cornucopia. Only one question remains. What are you gonna stuff in it?
Intense bass frequencies shake the stacks. The pungent smell of beer-soaked parchment permeates the air. This is a party in Pusey Library, and the party is pumping. In light of the current social drought on Harvard’s campus, everyone’s favorite student organization, the Undergraduate Council, has entertained a number of possible referenda, one of which includes turning an actual library into a “freshman-oriented” social space. This week, FM is imagining turning up (and turning the pages) in Pusey.
I hope you _____ [are doing well/know I don’t really care about how you’re doing]. I have received your request asking for a letter of recommendation for _____ [medical school/Goldman Sachs/moving back in with your parents]
(Biological) Organs Literally evoke a visceral reaction Housed in small spaces Squishy Keep your ears functioning Have a lot of tissues
We complain to anyone that will listen—our lab partners, our roommates, the random man you pass on the way back from lunch—but some students overcome their laziness and actually fill out HUDS comment cards with requests.
To celebrate the one holiday that never gives you a break from school, FM went to some local book stores and asked employees for extra-spooky reading recommendations.
Wondering how to resign from your lucrative tenured position? FM gives you an easy, fill-in-the-blank how-to guide.
HSA has plenty to offer, but FM has a few critical suggestions.
My arms flail around in desperation, my legs kick with despair, and I join in with the exaggerated movements occurring everywhere around me. Oh yeah, I’m getting into it. And I’m in the middle of the Science Center Plaza.
I made plans to meet FM Chair (and local celebrity) Bailey M. Trela outside of Annenberg for an early dinner in the Queen’s Head Pub. While I’m shocked to see that Bailey actually showed up—and on time, no less—it’s no surprise that Bailey is already up to his usual shenanigans.
I hear you’re leaving me at the end of next semester. While it was hurtful to hear about your move from third parties, I get it—breakups are hard. Yes, I know the b-word may be a little sudden, and yes, I know you have another location in Central. I just can’t.