"Red rum! Red rum! [Crash, screaming, wild music.] Honey, I'm home! [More screaming, wild music, sound of axe hitting door.] Heeeeeeere's Johnny! [Wild music building to crescendo]"

I have to say, I never felt closer to our downstairs neighbors that at that moment. Someday I'll even learn their names.   --John B. Trainer

North House

It was the night before the first day of finals and I was studying like mad in my amazingly spacious double in North House. I had six hours of finals scheduled for the next day. And I was starting to get depressed.

Then my concentration was rocked by a jarring voice from afar, screaming, "Behold, the peons are storming the palace!" I bolted for the door and ran down the stairs. With a throng of fellow North Housers, I pushed my way through the first floor out onto NoHo's magnificent balcony overlooking the rest of the Quad.

The situation was desperate. NoHo, the friendliest, most beautiful, most screne house on campus was under siege by the sad, misguided Quadlings from Cabot and Currier. It appeared that the collective pain and anguish of randomization was surging in them. Wielding snow and water balloons they advanced quickly, on nothing less than total occupation.

With a fear of overthrow with which only Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette could have sympathized, hundreds of NoHosers fought long and hard that night for the honor of Woody and Hannah Hastings, the much acclaimed "Co. masters of the Universe."

Tossing thousands of snowballs and paying no heed to the cold sting of snow and petty vituperation, members of the smallest (and most intimate) house at Harvard slowly and surely drove back their attackers.

Wimped I thought I breathed a sigh of relief, went back to my room, and sat down.

Maybe my life wasn't so bad. I thought. After all, I had my health, I had seven hours before my first final, and I had NoHo.   Sean D. Wissman

Quincy House

Quincy House We're big. We're bad. And despite what some people say, the new building isn't that ugly.

I date you to name another house that guarantees these essentials of perfect House life: a friendly dining hall staff A well-stocked weight room. Single bedrooms to juniors and seniors--as well as a bagpipe extravaganza to usher in the school year. The benefits abound the longer you stay in the house.

Most of all, Quincy residents fall in love with our library, named the Qube (but only during exam period when we find time to study). At the Qube, you can experience the essence of Quincy life.

The library's two story structure easily allows second floor students to chuck teddybears, tootsie rolls and wads of paper at their fellow housemates embroiled in their studies on the first floor.