Second. A community based on love--although sometimes pride, envy, gluttony, lust, anger, covetousness and sloth make a cameo or seven.

Third. E-mail lovin'. Harvard kids love e-mail. I know because I've worked in the computer labs for years. People's days have been made and ruined by the arrival or absence of new mail.

With The List, however, some inboxes can be exploded by over 100 messages in one day. You know you are loved.

Fourth. Full dental coverage with a competitive deductible.

We have plotted the o'erthrow of the US government in at least 50 ways including but not limited to armed resistance, spiritual enlightenment and investment banking.

We have made fun of one another, and of course, other people.

So now that you've reached the end, you're wondering why I have decided to write about this.

Arrogance really.

Because The List is an example of why the Class of 1999 is better than other classes, and that's what life is all about: being better than other people.

No one else has a list. It has been attempted, and many other-classmen did not complete the journey.

For my last underclassman column, I bid you all farewell.

For those who have enjoyed my ranting throughout the semester, it ain't over. Soon you will be able to follow my madness at www.baratunde.com. Contact me for more information or to sign up for my newsletter.

Thanks to The List, Shaft, First Prize, Deuss and Stinky. Baratunde R. Thurston '99 is a philosophy concentrator in Lowell House. This is his final column.