Nicole J. Levin
Scared of rejection? Don't want to spend another Faculty Dinner eaten stolen d-hall cereal alone in your dorm room? Fear not! We've got your back with a few foolproof proposals to guarantee your professor won't say "no" (or "who are you?").
We were laughing so hard my parents thought we were drunk—which given that it was 6:00 p.m. on a Tuesday, would not be unheard of.
As an experienced two-time high school debater (Death penalty? I think not!), I can speak on behalf of everyone when I say that arguing gets you nowhere.
Dear Undergraduate Council,
They vanished back into the night, in search of a “real Harvard party,” or at least an alley in which to shotgun a beer or something.
15. More rocks.
Welcome, Class of 2016! All your hard work (or lies) paid off and you should be proud to be a freshman at Harvard. But if you’re not, and are instead ashamed to be once again at the bottom of your school’s caste system, here is some helpful advice for masquerading as an upperclassman.
I called one of my professors in a panic and screamed, “Como se dice I’m lost in the middle of nowhere?” into my cell phone.
Curious to see what students decided to leave on campus, and hoping to find some gifts for the family—father’s day is coming up—I channeled my inner raccoon and dug through the Habitat for Humanity donation bins set up in the Yard. After two hours of digging and losing all of my dignity, I discovered that there were some pretty questionable items—and students—in the freshman class. Here's a recap of some of the notable items I found:
The path leading up to the Senior Barbecue was littered with empty plastic cups and water bottles as hundreds of graduating seniors enjoyed macaroni and cheese, corn bread, and beer at the final event of this year’s Senior Week on Sunday evening.
This year's high yield rate of 81 percent for Harvard admits—up four percent from last year—only proves that playing "hard to get" can work.
Tired of waiting around to see if windbreakers will come back in style? FM’s team of sartorial savants took a look into their crystal ball to bring you the future of culture. This is what they saw:
Having tragically missed Visitas as an actual prefrosh, I felt as if I was lacking a fundamental aspect of the Harvard Experience. This past weekend, I finally got my chance (again). Taking advantage of my journalistic skills and one semester of seventh grade drama class, I went undercover to experience the life of a prefrosh.
This weekend our campus will be invaded by swarms of disoriented high school students trying to pass off as 21 as they wander endlessly in search of Annenberg. But prospective students aren't the only ones who can lie about their identity this weekend. Current students can, too! Here are some tips to help you infiltrate the world of prefrosh (and perhaps retaliate) during their short stay.