Freshman mixer? Don't remember it specifically, as the whole week made me feel like I was in a mixer. I'm not sure I went to it but know I'd have been likely to. Does anyone remember meeting me there? Probably none of the guys, since you were all busy looking for Catherine Oxenberg...
I do remember, very distinctly, plunking all my 'stuff' down in the top floor of Wigglesworth I , struck by the sense that my roommates and I were a little melting pot microcosm. Sandy Cavazos (Mexican American), Lucy Lin (Chinese American), Faith Connolly (Irish American) and me (mutt, but with that Swedish moniker). My family were very present and, after all that lugging, couldn't wait to go out for a last bite to eat together. I, on the other hand, couldn't wait for them to leave and let me get on with 'life at college'. I also remember thinking how sexist, and yet comforting, it seemed that we 'ladies' were perched on the top floor, with an entry full of 'men' below. Such a Harvard thing to do for those of us so 'vulnerable' to the outside world (a.k.a. Mass Ave) -- practical, quaint and not as subtle as they might have supposed.
Since Cyrus started us out with a Jonathan Kolber mention, I'm pleased to report that I eventually learned to distinguish Jonathan, Andreas Keller-Sarmiento and Mark Rollins from one another -- but it took me until around Christmas to do so. I obviously made up for lost time, in one way or another.
Love this blog idea, Cyrus. Well done for not only thinking of it but getting around to it. I'm off now, to invite more friends to join us. Nice hanging out here with you, Cyrus.
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