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...women like Ali MacGraw. His new "home" had none of that--hell, it didn't even have a name, only an address. It had taken Carlo a while to realize that 8 Prescott St. wasn't just the place you went to pick up the key to your real dorm, and when he finally figured it out he felt somehow cheated. If this was Harvard he might as well have gone to Rutgers...

Author: By Francis J. Connolly, | Title: A real special place | 5/27/1977 | See Source »

...that Carlo didn't try to fit in at first. Prescott St. was an all-male dorm, and natural selection took a heavy toll: either you learned to like beer and Monday Night football or you perished from sheer loneliness. So Carlo sipped his Budweiser and learned to hate Cosell, but all the time he wanted to be cruising up the social ladder after some debutante, wearing topsiders and down vest and talking like a Cabot. The problem was, he stood in the middle of the battleground...

Author: By Francis J. Connolly, | Title: A real special place | 5/27/1977 | See Source »

...breaking point came in early February after Carlo had just finished acing his finals. Everyone else in the dorm, preppies and proles alike, had respected the sanctity of the Gentleman's C, so the kid from Jersey and his grade-point average were about as popular as Pharoah in the Moses household. It's not just that Carlo was a nurd. Sure, he had spent an entire summer doing medical research at some institute where they paid you per dozen rats you managed to infect with assorted communicable horrors, and said he actually enjoyed the stay at "cancer camp." (That...

Author: By Francis J. Connolly, | Title: A real special place | 5/27/1977 | See Source »

...after half the dorm went donw in flames on the Nat Sci 3 final while Carlo was calmly equating his way through Chem 10, hostilities broke out. One of the hockey players, a monster from South Boston who had really wanted to be a doctor but found it interfered with his slap shot, carried a particularly heavy load home from Father's Six one night and stopped in front of Carlo's door. "Fuckin' wonk, I'm gonna major in psychology now, so there," he announced. The opening salvo fired, he and everyone else whiled away the next four months...

Author: By Francis J. Connolly, | Title: A real special place | 5/27/1977 | See Source »

Last May, nearly 600 students waited outside the student employment office in the early morning hours to get aproximately 150 dorm clean-up jobs which pay $150 for one week of work before Commencement. Many students spent the night there so they could be at the front of the line when the doors to Byerly Hall opened...

Author: By Deborah Gelin, | Title: Dorm Crew Lottery Ends Dawn Wait | 3/31/1977 | See Source »

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