Tufts University - Jumbo Yearbook (Medford, MA)

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... I come back from Carmichael at 6:30 with this terrible lump in my stomach, as usual. You hardly ate anything. I don t know what your problem is?”, my roommate responds to my complaints. She thinks that I’m on a new diet and am just trying to justify my measly portions with a different excuse. As soon as I sit down to study, the lump goes away and I am famished. I try to take my mind off my stomach and keep studying. Soon, my stomach is grumbling and my studies have become boring. I figure that I can kill three birds with one stone. I pick up the phone and order a cheese steak from Espresso’s, a pizza from Domino’s, and chicken fingers from The Golden Light. I have accomplished the task of procrastinating, satisfying my post dinner hunger, and proving to my roommate that I am not on a diet. If she wants to mooch some food, I won’t even let her. I’m going to eat it all myself.

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E arly mornings aside, that was a good year. Orientation, which was rumored to be one of the best weeks of our lives, was actually quite awkward at first. The first time in Carmichael, who knew to take the sil¬ verware off the tray? Those who didn’t experienced the unknown hand shoving the tray back and the unknown voice bellowing ' SILVERWARE’. Lil assured us that we would catch on. Soon we learned that and many other tricks. Scoping at the salad bar became the highlight of Sunday night dinners. And how ’bout those waffle sundaes? 24

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26 W hen the snow came, we smuggled trays out under our stylishly oversized sweaters. Traying down the hills behind Ballou was a popular activity during loud hours” of finals week, especially after the late night study snack of pan¬ cakes and ice cream. The mob in Car¬ michael was quite a scene, but it was nothing compared to the sight of hun¬ dreds of nude males scurrying around the quad. . .. There are so many ways to procrastinate . . . twiddle your thumbs, gaze off into space, order out, gossip with your friends, join the Observer, clean you room, call home, go jog¬ ging, scope, day dream fantasies about your lover- or your professor, take a shower, read the paper, sit at the dinner table extra long, play in the snow, roll in the leaves, watch Moonlight¬ ing, soak up some rays on the quad, go shop¬ ping at Quincy Market, paint the cannon, or join your hall study snacks, but don’t read single word or write a single sentence.