Nicole J. Levin
It’s 1 a.m. and you're trying to sleep, but the kids next door are being loud and rambunctious. You can’t tell them to quiet down, because you want to look fun-loving, but you also cannot put up with it, because you are, in fact, not fun-loving. So here are some tips to help you deal with the noise in an effective manner that will not ruin your reputation as someone who enjoys deafening noises and doesn’t need to sleep—because hey, somehow vampires and insomniacs are still trendy.
We should have known that our quest would not be easy; it was it was noon on a Saturday—Shabbat in Jerusalem.
“Sababa?” I asked her in colloquial Hebrew, meaning “You alright?” She nodded and grabbed a blue marker from my hand to color in the Hamsa she was making.
It's not hard sneaking into a formal—all you have to do is draw some X's on your hands and say you're with the band. It's once you're inside that things get difficult. Do your salmon shorts count as formal? And when they play Journey, do you pretend like you're over it or preform the dance you memorized from the first season of "Glee?" There is no easy answer to these questions; they're rhetorical. What's more, formals are not easy; they are an awkward mix of 90's hits and oversized camping tents. But they can be fun, and luckily I have some tips for correctly crashing a formal.
Senior Class Committee: Senior Week
It's more than just a repeated consonant sound or the first half of a high-end athletic store. It's a smartphone app that allows women to anonymously rate past hookups, boyfriends and crushes, so that other women can see these rankings while men cannot. According to its website, "Lulu is a smart girls' app for private recommendations and reviews on guys," and according to my friends' reactions, Lulu is "WHAAAT?" But now that we have already downloaded Lulu—and downloaded a dozen other apps so that no will notice it's on our phones—what do we do with it? It turns out that it takes more than just a bitter attitude and a willingness to objectify men to use Lulu correctly; it also takes some finesse. So here are some tips.
The three of us rolled down Mass. Ave., maps in hand, surrounded by high school seniors. It didn’t matter that we had never applied to MIT and never would. It definitely didn’t matter that we were sophomores at Harvard; nothing was keeping us from MIT’s Campus Prefrosh Weekend, fondly titled CPW. We wanted free shit.
I was never a prefrosh at Visitas, I never officially hosted a prefrosh, and I don't even know what the word Visitas means (is it Latin or a pun?). I did however, own a dog, and I'm pretty sure that means I’m qualified to give advice on how to host prefrosh.
After reading the Princeton mother’s life advice, I too have advice for all the daughters I never had—as well as for the daughters I did have but refuse to acknowledge: find a Harvard husband before you graduate.
“Do you speak Spanish?” asked a voice from the shadows. It is not often that I get a chance to show off my unilingualism, so despite every alarm bell going off in my head, and every scene from Taken flashing before my eyes, I was eager to reply, “Yes.”
Freshmen, it's here: Housing Day. Seeing as it may (or may not) define the next three years of your life, here are some tips so that you don't mess it up.