I'm sick of Sunday brunch and comment cards. I'm sick of Crimson Cash and Board Plus, and explaining the difference between the two.

I'm already sick of Fly-By Lunches.

I'm sick of the Lampoon, the Pudding and Henrietta's Table.

I'm sick of Harvard Square--the parades, street fairs, Andean musicians, jugglers and both CVSes. I'm sick of the Harvard Square Defense Fund.

I'm sick of Jam'n 94.5, WBCN and Kiss 108, and nauseated by David Allan Boucher.

I'm sick of the Independent, the Salient, Perspective, Editorial Humor and the Weekly Week. Yeah, I'm sick of Spare Change too.

I'm sick of Midnight Madness, the Beanpot and the Head of the Charles.

I'm sick of Pedro Martinez, Mo Vaughn and Nomar Garciaparra.

I'm sick of the bells (all of them) and a cappella groups (all of them).

I'm sick of undisclosed recipients.

I'm sick of the Quad, 2 Divinity Av. and walking to Vanserg. (I was always sick of Vanserg.)

I'm sick of transcripts, tenure and Tercentenary Theater.

I'm sick of the Ad Board, final clubs and final exams, the primal scream, "10,000 Men of Harvard" and President Rudenstine.

And, above all, I'm sick of people complaining about every aspect of Harvard. Love it and appreciate it--before you get sick of it.

Geoffrey C. Upton '99 is a social studies concentrator in Leverett House. His column appears on alternate Wednesdays.