After weathering two hurricanes, three different deans of the College, and the Boston Marathon bombing, the Class of 2015 will pack up and leave the College this week. The Crimson breaks down Harvard's graduating senior class, by the numbers.
We met in high school. I was a sophomore, and he was a junior. I live about six or seven blocks from our high school, so one day he just ran from our high school to my house and rang my doorbell and asked me out.
People always tell us they can tell when we’re close by, because you can hear our laughter from rooms away. They also say we complete each other (or rather, have started to completely become each other over time).
During junior year we were both on board for Harvard China Forum, so we kind of became best friends. He was president and I was vice president, so we were just working on stuff everyday. And we went to every Lev event together.
We met at Harvard. Initially we met my freshman year. We're both involved in Christian Impact so I met him there and honestly didn't really take much notice of him until he started attending the same church as me in Porter Square.