Current state of mind regarding the thesis: Profound sadness.

Favorite cereal: I'm not a cereal fan per se--I hate breakfast. But if I have to name a cereal, it would be Honey Nut Cheerios mixed with Crispix, with skim milk and banana slices on top.

Response to occasional accusations that Fifteen Minutes is basically Sassy: I'm flattered, but we're more mature, I hope.

Favorite bouquet for a dorm room: Freesia with irises. The freesia for their wonderful scent, irises for their striking color.

What she'll do with her time after she's done with the magazine: Thesis, thesis, thesis, thesis. And sleep.

Besides the thesis: I want to go to Foxwoods casino. Not to gamble, but just to sightsee. Also, wait for a lucrative and rewarding career to drop in my lap.

What she would not consider to be a lucrative, rewarding career: Investment banking. Actuary shit.

Favorite menu item at ll Panino: Lobster fra diavolo. The garlic is key.

Favorite menu item at the Kong: Subgum Mandarin Pan-fried Noodles. Hold the pork. Scallion pancakes, too.

Why she wants to travel cross-country by car: I want to visit Molly in Nebraska. And to discover regional interpretations of Subgum Mandarin Pan-fried Noodles.

Suckiest library at Harvard: The Quincy House Qube. It's cold, concretey, and there are no nifty studying nooks.

Idea she always wanted to bring to the pages of Fifteen Minutes: I wanted to try "Harvard 02138," a serial soap opera a la "Beverly Hills 90210," but I was way too lazy.

Most bewitching scent on her dresser: Romeo Gigli.

Whether or not she's already had her Fifteen Minutes of fame: Well, freshman year I was in a picture in the Metro section of The Boston Globe. My roommate and I happened to be standing behind Ralph Nader when he spoke at a rally in the Yard. But that's not enough. Hopefully my time will come.

When: When I write The Great American Novel.

And what will she call it: The Bridges of...Oh, I dunno.