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Common Spaces: Currier is chock full of secret rooms, comfy chairs, and plenty of places to lounge. Behind the dining hall is the Matthew Strominger Room; off the main hallway are the Bingham Living Room, the Poker Room, and the Treehouse, all of which can be reserved for events with very little hassle. Ping pong, air hockey, and pool are frequently played on the tables outside the d-hall. Many suites boast kitchens, and we must not forget the Fishbowl, a large multi-purpose room right at the entrance...
Rooms: Cabot consists of six residence halls, four of which are connected by tunnels, which makes going to breakfast—or dinner—in your pajamas very easy. Two of these are mostly made up of large singles with hallway bathrooms, and the rest of the House consists of suites ranging from senior singles to one six-person crowded suite, although most of these are four-bedroom suites. If you want to live in a suite sophomore year, you will probably be placed in n housing, but there are many uncrowded suites for juniors and seniors. Almost...
...innocent. I mean actually innocent. I got the nickname freshman year, while my friends and I were all sitting around our common room in Weld, which I can now see from my seat in Boylston. As I was leaving to go shower in the hallway bathroom, a friend turned and asked, “Why do you need to shower right now?” Jokingly, someone replied, “Because she’s dirty.” And that’s it. Some buffoon turned and loudly proclaimed, “Oh my God, we?...
...gain entry to the Davis Square gallery, visitors must buy a ticket, not to the gallery, but to a movie playing at the theater, regardless of your desire to actually watch said movie. After entering the theater, the gallery itself is inconspicuously tucked away, located downstairs and down a hallway. It contains about thirty works of bad art drawn from the MOBA collection of over 400 pieces. Some had been rescued from the trash, others purchased at antique fairs, yard sales, second-hand stores or thrift shops, even a few donated by the artists themselves...
...first e-recruiting interview was an abject disaster. My interviewer walked out to get me. We shook hands. We exchanged names. He beckoned me to follow him down the hallway to an office. It was a long hallway, and in my nervousness I was swinging my arms perhaps a bit too aggressively. And so then, all of a sudden, it happened: my naked notepad grazed his wrist, delivering a massive and fatal paper cut. As he fell to the floor gushing blood, his last words in this world were to me: “WHY...couldn?...