Word: classing
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Dates: during 1980-1980
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...that is the good side of Harvard, a place where men and women with great minds are free to train other men and women with potentially great minds. And when your professor in a class of 200 calls out your name and asks if you really understand what's going on, and you nod and mutter something inconsequential, you'll know why you stayed up the night before to write his paper...
...unclear--a legislative majority, and a larger electoral majority, continue to back rent and condominium controls. Without strict guidelines, they reason, Cambridge--a city where dozens of people vie for every available housing opening--would be overrun by young professionals. Studies predict neighborhoods would be destroyed and the working class would disappear. But the other side argues that gentrification of the city would increase the tax base and not hurt the elderly or the poor but only "student transients...
Those of you in the apocalyptic Class of '84 who expect to ride into Harvard on a wave of freedom may find yourselves drenched. You will be horses ridden by jocular jockeys, anxious to introduce you to Life at Harvard. You will find yourself in a race with 1600 other eager ponies, most of whom will fashion fabulous pretenses designed as armor for insecurity. The key to Freshman Week, then, is not to let the blinders keep you from seeing straight...
...exactly clear. Now is the time to get paranoid, so that when you get here, you are so numb from paranoia that you can be yourself. Have some jokes prepared--popular ones this year are likely to be, "Hey, did you hear Julius Caesar's in our class?" or, "Hey, I just saw a piece of graffiti saying `Napoleon Bonaparte '84.'" Don't bother memorizing your SAT score; just tell anyone rude enough to ask that you got straight 800s. That'll show...
Sociologists can cackle all they want, but they find it hard to describe the resulting community when a Harvard class of bright, ambitious, largely overconfident but remarkably unstable achievers gathers in a historic setting to acclimatize themselves to the intangible but nonetheless real mystique of the University. To quote one woman who reflected on her Freshman Week last autumn: "How can they expect me to be honest, when everyone is so incredible?" Remember: chances are you're every bit as incredible as anyone else here, but don't let that assumption develop into overweening arrogance. The best approach...