Word: processing
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Harvard life, not just because of the events they advertise, but also because of how they try to get our attention. If you are one of those mysterious poster-trolls who traverse the Yard at dawn to wallpaper it with your fluorescent dreams--tearing down competing posters in the process, of course, you inconsiderate fiends--you know that campus posters succeed best when they prey on our fantasies. No one wants to read about the Kendo Club. But if your poster says, "FREE HOT PHONE SEX...come to the Kendo Club," someone will read it. This principle never fails...
...here one of the most common Harvard fantasies, though one rarely so explicitly exploited, emerges. (Or, shall we say, resumes.) Harvard students became Harvard students via a nationwide resume contest that all of us won. But now that we need to go through the process of finding a "JOB" or a "SUMMER INTERNSHIP," we secretly wish that this whole business would just take care of itself--no irritating cover letters, no nerve-wracking interviews, just drop the thing in the mail and be done with it--we're good enough, aren't we? And here, suddenly, on the bulletin board...
...OFFICIAL MTV TERRITORY. WE ARE HERDED INTO A COVERED PAVILION WHERE WE ARE EACH HANDED each handed a manila envelope. Its contents: a sheet explaining the audition process (incidentally the first piece of hard evidence assuring us that we are actually in line to become VJs), a complicated and unwieldy set of release forms, an assortment of questionnaire-survey-applications and a leaky Papermate pen. Written on our envelopes is our official audition number. Mine...
...WHEN WE ARE FINALLY ESCORTED INTO THE LOBBY OF THE VIACOM BUILDING, IT TAKES A MOMENT FOR OUR bodies to adjust. Like infants experiencing our first encounter with gaseous oxygen, at first our lungs cannot process the warm, dry air. As we struggle to gain our bearings, we are directed to proceed upstairs. What precisely lies upstairs is as of yet unclear. All we can see is a two-story escalator ascending into the distance. We walk toward the foot of the escalator...
...absolutely a student-driven process,"Snyder said. "Students proposed virtually everyidea...