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...asked to announce where she was from. Flyby’s favorite moment: when Matt Corriel, the MC, confused “Iowa” with “Taiwan.” We were also amused that one girl, who seemed to be wearing a Lisa Frank-esque sweatshirt, tried to run away...
Location: Premium. Lowell is the geographic center of River House life. Quincy and Leverett are seconds away, and Winthrop, Eliot, and Kirkland are sneaky close once you pick up that Lowell-residents-only backdoor swipe access. You can get to the MAC without putting on a sweatshirt in 20 degree weather. The Mt. Auburn latenight food spots are close enough that you feel like your odds of getting mugged are acceptable, as long as you get that burrito. When you rub your eyes and see that it's 11:03 and you have 11 a.m. class...
...times do change. Just a couple of months ago, Benjamin P. Schwartz '10, Undergraduate Council presidential candidate and everyman extraordinaire was...well...everywhere. Wearing his Crimson Key sweatshirt, wielding his blackberry, assuring students that his membership in the Fly final club was only a small part of what he was about, emphasizing that--hell, why not?--being a member of a final club could help him "bridge divides" among members of the student body. And, of course, there was that Girl Talk concert that he organized. That was fun. Could've been a bit longer, though, don't you think...
...President who wasn't going to come to the meetings. The real tragedy here is that Ben's going to have to update his facebook profile. Listing CKS and UC after you leave the ring? Not kosher, says FlyByBlog. And that profile pic might have to go, Crimson Key sweatshirt and all. Here's to advocacy...
...believe otherwise. I also have little pep. Like almost everyone else at this school, I enjoy two things: G-chat and complaining. Usually, both at the same time. But watching these other schools cheer, I kind of wished more Harvard people were there. There I was, wearing the Harvard sweatshirt that I bought during pre-frosh weekend, excited by the Leverett 80’s dance and the Scrabble I played with my host. For the first time since then, I was wearing it out of school spirit, and not because I needed to do laundry. Listen: we have...