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...wish I had made more friends. I wish I had kept up with my old friends. Seeing people that I haven’t seen since freshman year during senior week just highlights all of the fun we could have had in the past three years. Now we probably will never see each other again, at least this skinny and with this much hair...
Last week a sophomore asked me to sum up my Harvard experience. It was during my last dinner in Annenberg, and seeing so many freshmen in one place made me nostalgic. I wanted to answer her as truthfully as possible. I answered, “I wish I had either studied harder or had more fun.” I didn’t study nearly as much as I should have and I didn’t have nearly as much fun as I should have been having, based on the amount of studying that was not getting done...
...wish I had gone out of my comfort zone and tried new things. New subjects, new classes, new sports. Did you know that there is a club for clowns? A club for surfers? In Boston? Freshman year saw me throwing myself into school activities, afraid that I wouldn’t make any friends if I didn’t, since I didn’t go to parties. But I went for the things I did in high school: the radio station, journalism, even Ultimate Frisbee (although in high school, it was a more informal extracurricular pursuit...
...wish I had gotten into IM crew earlier. It turned out to be one of the most rewarding experiences of my Harvard career, and I waited until the spring of my senior year to even try it. Yes, I was terrible and the Dunster boat ran into us; Dan Boyne was snarky and I, subbing as stroke seat, almost fell out of the boat. Playing a sport, being part of a team again after four sedentary years, was amazing. I met some awesome Adams residents and I wish I had met them earlier. I should have met them earlier, because...
...wish I had studied harder. I wish I had realized that yeah, even though I want to write for Rolling Stone now, perhaps in four years time I may change my mind. I may want to go to graduate school instead. After being a slacker overachiever in high school, I simply became a slacker. I figured I didn’t need good grades, because I was already at Harvard. I spent most of my freshman fall semester doing what my parents hadn’t let me do in high school, the really “important?...