Tufts University - Jumbo Yearbook (Medford, MA)

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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.

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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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This year women’s lib came through, and some of the daring female residents of West Hall joined the ranks of the naked run. Now, I was really in a hurry. How could I be late to an 11:30? I hurried to the kitchen, fixed myself a bowl of granola and yogurt, the new craze. I wolfed it down and ran out the door heading for Cohen Auditorium.