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Hey you! Yeah, I’m talking to you. Are you lonely? Do you want friends? Who am I kidding, of course you are, and of course you do. Well look no further, because this top 10 list has everything you need to know about Harvard’s best departments, areas, standing committees, and concentrations for friendship-making. If anything goes wrong, just remember: I had nothing to do with it.

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10. Computer Science

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This 10th place position is neither a kind nor considerate gesture. On the contrary, dear Computer Science classmates, it’s merely an excuse to mention my disdain in this Flyby post. Out of the 50 fields of concentration offered here at Harvard College, I would rank you 50th if I could, but then I’d have to write about several dozen extra departments. The fact is, we’re simply not a match. Can you still help me with my CS50 pset though (preferably from a distance)?

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9. Music

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I have one Music friend here at the college, and I’m pretty sure he’s the only one doing this concentration in the entire school. However, he is very kind, so this ninth position overall is well deserved. One plus side to having a music friend: if they make it big and start selling out stadiums, they may or may not consider giving you VIP backstage passes to their shows. But from what I’ve heard from him so far, we still have a long way to go…

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8. Physics

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Hot take: I actually enjoy talking to people in the Physics department. They’re a little strange and scary when they try to calculate the time it takes the sound waves produced by my voice to travel to their ears mid-conversation, but other than that they’re chill. If you get the chance to befriend a physics concentrator in between their 12-hour-long psets, consider yourself lucky.

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7. Applied Math

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Not going to lie, there are baddies left and right in this concentration. If you want to befriend people that are absolutely cracked at math but still know how to shower (if you have a class in the SEC, 80% chance this is directed at you), Applied Math is your place to go. Surprisingly, I feel like this field has the widest range of personalities out of any other, and I enjoy that.

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6. Women, Gender, and Sexuality

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I feel as though the Women, Gender, and Sexuality field gets too much hate for “not being a real concentration.” I’m not going to weigh in on whether this is true, but the people in this committee are some of the most compassionate people on campus. The caring and considerate types of personalities you’ll find in Boylston make for some of the best friends, and I believe it is important to prioritize compassion now more than ever (rare: me being serious for once). Don’t listen to the haters, WGS.

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5. Government

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I have to rank the Government concentrators high so they can invite me to their elaborate one-percenter gated community mansion parties when they become president or something. If you want a friend who will be nationally recognized in coming years and a good laugh because you secretly know they’re just as weird as the rest of us, these are the pals for you.

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4. Folklore and Mythology

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I won’t elaborate on whether I’m ranking this program as high as it is because I actually like the people in it or if I’m just scared they would hex me if I don’t. I honestly love everything about the people in this concentration, from the pounds of crystals in their pockets to the scent of sage still lingering on their clothes. Folklore and Mythology yields quality friends that will give you a tarot reading and relate you to a niche ancient Greek god you’ve never heard of. Good vibes for sure.

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3. Economics

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Do I have ulterior motives for ranking the Economics department this high? Well, yes! God forbid this Park Avenue Princess wants to secure some Goldman Sachs friends. Despite looking at you with moderate disgust when you tell them your career isn’t on track to secure you three private jets and a chef, the people in the Economics department make for very fun — and motivated — friends. Just make sure not to ask them what one plus one is, though. Answers may vary widely.

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2. Biomedical Engineering

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While there may be baddies in the aforementioned Applied Math concentration, the Biomedical Engineering program has the baddest baddies that have ever baddied on campus. Serving you beauty, brains, and business casual blazers, this concentration has it all (call me biased all you want, I know I’m right). For those that want friends with a diverse STEM skill set that can help you with all your pset classes, look no further than the best concentration at the college.

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1. English

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Ok, I know I was just glazing the Biomedical Engineering department, but I have a special place in my heart for the English department. Something about their enjoyment of reading is alluring. I can’t even bring myself to read 10 pages of assigned readings, and you’re telling me people willingly read hundreds? Make it make sense. However, all that reading must pay off because people in this department always know what to say and when to say it, making their words more impactful than any of the previous fields — which, in my opinion, is the most important trait a friend can have. 10/10. No notes.

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So, have you made friends yet? If not, you better hurry because I’m about to have 39 departments at my door demanding to be let on the list like a freshman at an MIT frat. If you decide, for some reason, to make friends not directly based on this list, then at least make sure none of them are in Computer Science (sorry, I had to sneak another one in there). Happy hunting!

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12 houses means we needed to find another set of 12 to match up with the houses. And with houses having the same range as randomly picking June or February out of the months…this felt fitting. (Just kidding, all houses are equally great for different reasons. Yes? Right?)

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Pfoho: January

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The polar bear mascot made this one kind of a given. Yes, it’s also a trek to get there in the cold, but once you arrive, it feels like a fresh start. New year, new me.

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Kirkland: February

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Like everyone feels like they just have to get through February, everyone just has to get through the next 2 (3? 4? 5?) years of construction around Kirkland.

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Mather: March

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Some might say that March is part of spring, just as some might say that Mather is one of the river houses. Yes, it technically is, but it’s still waaayyyy farther away than you think. They still have their perks, though, like singles (Mather) and spring break (March).

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Leverett: April

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April showers bring…bunnies? With a literal bunny as its mascot and a green theme throughout, Lev embodies peak spring energy.

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Currier: May

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May is when everything finally blooms, and Currier is right there with its forest of trees (mascots). It’s giving last month of school energy: a little out of the way, but the sunshine makes you forget the trek.

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Adams: June

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With traditions like Drag night, Adams leans into its history, so giving Adams Pride month felt fitting. Also, with renovations complete, it's one of the best houses, and June is definitely among the best months.

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Cabot: July

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The long walk to the Quad means that you’ll be sweating by the time you get there. Once you settle in, it’s all sunshine and cookout energy on the Quad lawn.

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Eliot: August

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With all the construction, Eliot is basically all away on vacation. Living in the Prescotts is basically the same thing as summering on the Cape, right?

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Lowell: September

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September is back-to-school, and Lowell is that timeless, glossy Harvard brochure picture. Perfectly photogenic, classic, and screaming, “I’m the kind of person who calls the Charles the ‘Chahles.’”

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Winthrop: October

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Winthrop is pure October: grand, a little eerie, and full of history. With its river views and courtyards, it’s basically pumpkin spice in house form: classic, instagramable, and perfect for a fall stroll along the Charles.

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Dunster: November

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Dunster is Thanksgiving-core. Cozy, kind of serious, and definitely the house you’d want to curl up in with a PSL before debating politics at the dinner table.

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Quincy: December

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The people’s house has perfect December vibes: penguin mascot, holiday cheer, and an energy that’s festive and chaotic. Quincy is basically the wrapping paper aisle at CVS, but in a lovable way (of course).

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So there you have it: the objective truth about the houses over the months. Even if no one asked for this, at least now, when you get placed in a house, you’ll know exactly what kind of weather vibes you’re in for.

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The buzz of the fall semester at Harvard centers around summer plans, internships, and research. And suddenly, it seems your worth in society is determined by how many Linkedin connections you have. This is, most obviously, untrue — your worth in society is based on how many Instagram followers you have. As the new class arrived, and the influx of follow requests from the “I Got In! Class of 2028” pages dwindled to a slow crawl a few weeks into my freshman fall, I had an emergency on my hands: my Instagram follower/following ratio was trash.

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This was an issue of the utmost importance to me. My follower count had taken a pause, and with all of the followers gained from clubs, classes, and freshman camaraderie, I was washed up. Yet still, the three-digit number taunted me — horrible, unaesthetic, and downright embarrassing. I needed to fix this. If you find yourself in a similar situation of aura debt, follow these steps to secure some rightfully deserved followers.

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Make Posters

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Protests? Nope! House party flyers that will be (dry) and swarmed with first-years? No! Club open houses? Of course not, you silly goose! A QR code with a hyperlink to my Instagram? Yes!

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Solicit at Annenberg

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If you can manage to push through the improv groups stalking the Annenberg doors, this is a pretty solid method. I found that standing outside of the exit to Berg and then hastily gripping my classmates by their shoulders as they tried to escape (walk away) from me to be an adequate method.

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Going Table to Table During Brain Break

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The ugly twin of the previous method. The risk-reward ratio of this one was all sorts of messed up. While the chance of absolute ridicule is high (and likely), similarly, the chance of gaining 10+ new followers with one stone is a high reward. Best to weigh this one out on your own — you’re smart.

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Business Cards

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This works great when accompanied by the previous tactic. It really just gives the people something to remember you by. A great time to finally figure out Crimson Print too! (Even if it’s the end of the semester).

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Email Classmates on Canvas

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I’m sad to say I only just discovered this feature on Canvas now that allows you to click on a classmate’s name and send them a quick, cordial, little email of your choosing. And while I am ashamed to say I only found out about this post-experiment, this seems to me now to be a valuable option to plug that Instagram.

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Post on House Email Lists

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This will vary on the House, depending on what frequency your residents spam you at, but if your email manages not to get buried by the onslaught of emails (we are looking at you, Pfoho) this is a great way to fish for mutuals.

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Slip it in Door Boxes

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What a great way to spread the word! I am sure everyone would love to see your Instagram in their door boxes. An excellent example of free speech, intellectual vitality, civil discourse, and flourishing on campus. But don’t you worry about your message getting neglected: just stick it in a pristine white envelope and place it directly in sophomores’ doors! Maybe just don’t let it fall into the Salient.

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Ask Your Friends at Flyby

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See your classmates for what they are, not your fellow club members but numbers.

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At the start of my journey, my follower count sat at a humble 892. At the conclusion of my journey, I can now proudly say that my Instagram follower count is 1,044. That is a record breaking increase of 152 followers in a week! I am giving myself a pat on the back for this. So if you too want more Instagram clout, hopefully these tips will help. (And follow me on Instagram everybody, please.)

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\r\nIn New England, fall isn’t just a season — it’s a personality. The moment one leaf turns slightly orange, it’s officially time to curate your photo dump, break out the plaid flannels, and sample every Trader Joe’s pumpkin spice snack. Fall is the time to romanticize your life, so here’s what the perfect Harvard fall day looks like.

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Step 1: Wake up to the sunlight streaming through your window and peek outside to the orange and red trees. Eventually get out of bed — not because of the Canvas notifications that have piled up, but because the desire for a pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks is irresistible.

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Step 2: Put on your favorite fall outfit (Uggs, jeans, and a sweater) and head to the Yard. With a fall drink in hand, channel your inner Gilmore Girls main character vibes and stroll through the leaves. Stop for pretty fall foliage photos with Widener, trying to capture the perfect dark academia aesthetic.

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Step 3: After class, reward yourself with a beautiful walk along the Charles River. The air is crisp, the trees are still holding onto many of their leaves, and you can catch golden hour and a gorgeous sunset from Weeks Bridge.

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Step 4: Skip HUDS’ version of a fall-inspired dinner and treat yourself to something better. Soup, roasted chicken, or a warm bowl of pasta all hit the spot — but the true non-negotiable is dessert. Whatever you decide, a slice of pumpkin pie or pumpkin bread is a must.

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Step 5: Wind down with peak fall vibes: a warm drink, your favorite pumpkin spice snacks, and a nice movie in the background as you work. A cozy blanket is optional, but highly recommended.

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For those experiencing their first New England fall, you are lucky. This isn’t just a season - it’s the ultimate aesthetic. Go apple picking, get lost in a corn maze, or simply admire the leaves on your walk to class. Before you know it, the Yard will be gray, and we’re all going to miss having the sun not set by 4 p.m.… so enjoy it while it lasts.

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Thinking of becoming a main character this fall? It’s time to decide what kind of season you’re going to have, and truly commit. If you’re hard-pressed for ideas, read on, and let flyby transform your fall.

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For many of us, the summer of 2025 was The Summer I Turned Lazy, Unmotivated, or Unemployed, but that doesn’t need to persist. It may be time to embrace your inner Belly and set off on a new course that drives your character development and has long-term consequences! The fall is full of opportunity, and Flyby is here to offer you some inspiration for this upcoming season.

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The Fall I Turned Studious

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Wouldn’t this be nice? Imagine you spend the entire fall turning assignments in on time, participating in section, and actually doing the readings. This undoubtedly will receive a low-viewership, 0% on Rotten Tomatoes guarantee, but your GPA will be unmatched, and for the first time, your parents will be proud.

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The Fall I Turned Off My Canvas Notifications

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This would be a commitment, no doubt, but I think you’d be all the happier for it. For this fall, try going off the grid completely. Ditch the constraints of modern society. Leave behind your gcal and responsibilities. Live. (Maybe at the risk of losing parental support, good grades, and career prospects, but hey… worth it?)

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The Fall I Turned Pre-Med

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Now this would be an era. No one goes through more trials and tribulations than a student contemplating the pre-med track. A decision of this magnitude would be sure to culminate in a season of five-minute dinners and eight-hour lock-ins… just for one of your pset classes. The upside is that it is guaranteed to be picked up for another season; pre-med is a lifetime commitment.

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The Fall I Turned into a Bulldog

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This upcoming Harvard-Yale will be a revealing one, as 50% of the student body will be getting a first look at life on the other side. Is being a Y*lie more fun? Should you have chosen differently, even though the alternative is in New Haven, Connecticut? I think we all know the answer, but regardless, I’m definitely tuning in.

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The Fall I Turned Desperate

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Did you miss the memo about cuffing season? Instead of fighting over two (relatively) attractive brothers, picture yourself option-less. Spend the chilly months with only yourself for company. This is neither an entertaining nor hopeful way to spend your fall, but it may be the most realistic.

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The Fall I Turned Positive

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Are you an overcomplainer? A pessimist? Frustrating your friends and family due to the frequency of your ranting about anything and everything?? Fall may be the perfect time to self-correct. For the entire semester, try your best to smile, not grimace, and laugh, not sigh. Optimism is in. Pessimism is out. Your life may transform.

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As you can see, the possibilities are endless — and not mutually exclusive. Who says you can’t be a Positive Pre-Med, or a Desperate Bulldog? Flyby supports you unconditionally, but know that just like for Belly, there is a right choice *cough cough Conrad cough cough.*

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Dear Comper,

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We regret to inform you that if you don’t complete our highly competitive rejection bingo deliverable, you won’t be able to join the Crimson’s best board this semester . . .

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Comp Application Update

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It’s not the subject line you were hoping to see. It’s not the dorm storm or letter slipped under your door, or simply the CONGRATULATIONS you dreamt of. It’s yet another blow to the once-inflated ego you had before actually getting to campus. But fear not! You are not the first (nor the last) student to ever be rejected by a club. So, we’ve got some tried and true excuses to save your campus ethos and prove that, really, you’re too good for them anyway.

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“I wrote that app so last minute”

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Let’s get the straight-up lies out of the way. We all know you procrastinated your PSETs by toiling over (or feeding ChatGPT) several dozen prompts. You wondered whether it was okay to re-use your college essays and evidently it wasn’t. But it’s cool. Play it off. Don’t be such a try hard all the time and pretend if you actually had taken the time to put original thought into your responses, you would’ve gotten in. Totally.

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“They just weren’t my style”

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Used mostly for performing arts groups. Best when lamenting that, really, you’re a classically trained musician/actor and just weren’t artistically understood. I mean, c’mon. You’re going against prodigies and Berklee dual-enrollees who have been training since birth. It’s okay if your rendition of “On My Own” didn’t hit exactly where you wanted to.

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“I wouldn’t have had any time for it anyhow”

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Probably the most accurate excuse. With classes and research and internships and eating and socializing and planning for your summer and trying to sleep, you definitely didn’t need to plan a conference in the middle of all of this. Your time shall be filled in different and *unique* ways unbeknownst to the likes of plebeians.

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“I must’ve filled out the application wrong”

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Can confirm this has happened to friends of mine. Whether you missed a deadline or put in the wrong email, blame your newest disappointment on your lack of attention to detail, not your potential incompetence.

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“I bet they’re not accepting first-years”

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Applicable only if you are said first-year. Works only up until you meet one of the ‘chosen ones’ read: club legacies, summer comps, siblings, social butterflies who did in fact make it past the ivory gates.

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“The comp directors were so weird, I bet they didn’t like me”

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Well, if you’re being rejected from the club, they probably didn’t. But, yes, bash on the powers that be. Obviously everyone else in the organization is the problem because they couldn’t see what a brilliant and talented person you are. Fight back against the insularity and nepotism that is so evidently embedded in every organization you didn’t get into.

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“I’ll just try again next semester”

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Ah, yes. The dejected optimist. Often said with a sigh, a shrug of the shoulders, and a steady resolve to do better next time. The most healthy of reactions, you can look towards the future and let everyone know you can’t be stopped. Hopefully, you’ll realize by next semester that you never wanted to do consulting anyway. Speaking of...

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“I never wanted to do consulting anyway”

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Yeah, we know. You were filled with the freshman urge to comp a club that publicly claims it only accepts less than 10% of applicants. You wanted to be at the Harvard of Harvard and decided that was HUCG or CBE. You never really wanted to make powerpoints at 3 a.m. in Lamont for S&P 500 companies, or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

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Whether it’s HUCG, the IOP, ICMUN, an ensemble, a pre-professional society, or your dining hall crush, rejection is hard. But in every corny sense of the phrase, rejection is re-direction. So cry to your mom, take a deep breath, and move on to some bigger and better things — you can always find a home at flyby ;)

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During the first week of school, club leaders across campus gathered for hazing training. For many, it was an illuminating and thought-provoking experience… that may have provided unintentional inspiration by explaining different methods of hazing that some student leaders were surely unaware of. For several reasons, including legal considerations and safety, Flyby does not condone hazing. So we’ve brainstormed some alternatives for club leaders to consider.

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1. Group Breakfast

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Break bread (or bagels) at breakfast together in Annenberg. Even if it’s just for a week, bringing together your team or club for daily breakfast hangouts is the perfect way to start the day with a healthy dose of community and fun. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, too, and looking out for the well-being of your community is a great way to be inclusive and stress community values.

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Attendance at 7:30 a.m. sharp is encouraged.

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2. Participate in Lectures

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While it may be easy to get by in some of your classes without doing the readings or ever participating in lectures, something about the academic culture at this school needs to change — and you must be the change you wish to see. We’re here for the promised transformative learning experience and debates centered around intellectual vitality. Hold accountability groups — ensure that every member of your group completes their readings and is prepared to engage in class by asking meaningful questions about the material, even if it’s in Ec10a or LS1a.

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3. Eat Vegetables

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Let’s be real — it’s sometimes hard to make sure that you have a colorful plate when all that appeals to you in the dhall is the shrimp pasta and the fancy bread that they serve on Sundays. What better way to fix this than with your student organization! If breakfast together wasn’t enough, regrouping later in the day and each finishing a plate of peppers, broccoli, and spinach will be enough to not only strengthen your stomach with great fiber, but also your relationship with your community.

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4. Community Service

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Giving back to your community is always really fulfilling and a good reminder of how to stay grounded. We encourage you to find ways to make sure every member of your community can make a difference. Be a welcoming presence and greet people in the morning as they enter the dining hall, or offer to stay in the elevator and press buttons for peers to take one less thing off their mind. Roll out a red carpet to help harried students cross the infamous Leverett puddle. Let everyone cut you in the terrible FlyBy line.

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5. Hydrate or Die-drate

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Many of the lessons that were taught in the hazing training focused on drinking… whether it be cups of condiments or any other nasty concoction (you fill in the blanks here), they don’t want to see it. So, club leaders, don’t let it happen! Instead of encouraging drinking, expect the exact opposite from the new members of your organization. Only beverages that are allowed in the dhall are to be consumed — prepare for the only buzz you feel to be from the soda machine sparkling water. Refreshing!

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6. Stand up for Student Rights

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Honk if you hate hazing! Nothing beats hazing like protesting hazing in front of Smith Center. This is an excellent opportunity for members of your community to learn more about empathy and empowerment. Be trailblazing changemakers and stand up for student rights as a group, advocating for more inclusive and welcoming communities on campus.

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In all seriousness, we urge you to be careful when considering how to welcome new members into your lovely communities. We wouldn’t want you to take in members that are unengaged in class, thirsty, not civically engaged, or lacking vitamin A (eat your carrots). Happy comp season!

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Ah, Ec 10a — the rite of passage that unites freshmen like nothing else. You walked into the first week of classes with grand intentions of becoming the next Wolf of Wall Street before becoming quickly disillusioned.

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Here’s the thing about Ec 10a: everyone takes it, everyone complains about it, and it’s just a perpetual cycle for generations of Harvard students. You convinced yourself that attending lectures in person would be more “engaging” than watching them at 2x speed in Lamont basement the day before the midterm. Rookie mistake. There’s no playback speed in real life during an in-person lecture, and you may find yourself lulled into a gentle stupor while learning about marginal utility curves.

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But fear not, if you need to stay awake during those 75-minute lectures twice a week without actually absorbing any knowledge about supply and demand curves, here are some alternatives to paying attention in lecture.

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Strategic Socializing

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Ec 10a is the perfect place to catch up with friends and share juicy gossip about all the drama going on. If you’re discussing something particularly interesting, pepper your conversation with economics buzzwords. “The opportunity cost of staying in and studying for my midterm over the weekend versus going to Holworthy basement is really fascinating,” you might say, while also debating whether your situationship’s latest text actually means anything, or if you’re just too invested in this.

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There’s also the fail-proof strategy of just complaining and commiserating. Your back hurts from the benches in Sanders. That section kid keeps raising their hand to ask irrelevant questions when all you want is for the lecture to end. The person next to you is munching on powdered eggs (sigh) from Annenberg drenched in Mike’s hot sauce (and you can smell it). There’s so much to complain about at any given moment, and inflate the misery you and your fellow Ec 10aers feel.

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Productive Procrastination

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Since your laptop is already open for “taking notes,” you might as well put it to good use. Online shopping becomes an economic exercise in real-time market analysis. That $200 cashmere sweater you definitely don’t need? Well, it’s for consumer behavior research. Adding classes to your Crimson Cart for next semester already? That’s forward-thinking academic planning.

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Instead of learning about supply and demand through analyzing graphs in lecture, try implementing a flipped classroom approach to enrich your learning. See firsthand how your purchases bolster the economy — it’s all part of the transformative learning experience anyways!

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And if anyone questions your shopping browsing habits, you can always claim you’re doing empirical research on consumer spending patterns. See? You are learning economics.

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The real lesson of Ec 10a isn’t about markets or economic theory — it’s about learning to look engaged while you think about when you should do your laundry or work on your 123412 comp assignments. P-sets are temporary, but the friendships forged through academic suffering last forever. Or at least until you all drop concentrating in Econ and never speak again.

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Happy lecture watching!

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We all hate my.harvard, so why don’t you spend less time agonizing over your Crimson Cart and use our handy quiz to get you through the add-drop period instead!

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The bad news: in just a few weeks, the sun will set at 4 p.m., your Canada Goose will become a second skin, and you’ll question your decision to pick Harvard over Stanford. The good news: it’s not that cold yet. Don’t fall into the trap of only appreciating nice weather once it’s gone — like realizing how much you miss your health after waking up with a sore throat. Here are just a few of the activities you should squeeze in to appreciate these glorious 65-degree days before frostbite and Lamont captivity set in:

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Catch a Red Sox game

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Since you’ll probably be cursing Boston soon, you should do something that reminds you of what the city has to offer (other than doom and gloom for six months straight). Nothing says Boston quite like a late-season game at Fenway. The cold isn’t forcing you indoors quite yet, so grab a seat, a Fenway Frank, and a friend, and soak in the electric atmosphere of America’s Most Beloved Ballpark.

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Do your readings outside

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Swap your cramped desk on the third floor of Lamont for a spot outside in the sun. The fresh air and natural light will make even the densest text feel a little lighter, and it’s a great way to people-watch while you study. Bonus points if you grab an iced coffee with your Board Plus before it inevitably runs out by October.

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Watch the sunset on the Charles

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Before darkness hits while you’re in class, even though it’s only 4 p.m. (bottom three experiences ever), take some time to watch the incredible fall sunsets. Trust me, they’re better in person than on your friends’ Instagram stories.

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Get ice cream in the Square

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Harvard Square’s ice cream game is highly underrated in my humble opinion, and I think that’s in large part because the craving for ice cream dissipates in the winter — and it feels like winter a lot here. If you’re not sure where to go, here are two Flyby writers’ opinions of how the ice cream spots in the Square compare

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Wear cute outfits

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This is the fleeting era where you can pull off layered fall fashion without resorting to wearing three sweaters and a parka. Document it for later reminders that you do, in fact, have style. The sweatpants are highly circumstantial.

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Picnic in the Yard

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Gather some friends, a blanket, and some Trader Joe’s snacks for a simple but perfect afternoon in the Yard. Picnicking in the Yard is a classic Harvard student rite of passage, especially for seniors trying to take in every last moment of campus life. While you might leave this to do in the spring, remember that a “warm” day then is often just 50 degrees and windy. Take advantage of the actual nice weather now to create a truly idyllic afternoon with friends.

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This is all to say, go outside while it still feels like a gift rather than a curse. Your second-floor spot at Lamont will still be waiting there for you when it’s hibernation season, I promise.

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With your backpack freshly dusted off, pencils sharpened, and new back-to-school shoes, it’s finally time to contemplate all the pros and woes that come with the much less talked about week than her predecessor — the second week of classes, a.k.a. SWOC.

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Love It: Out of the First Week Funk

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You’ve finally settled in and know where your classes are — no more scrambling through my.harvard to double-check that lecture really is in Sever Hall, and that your section didn’t change in the past 24 hours. There’s a sense of familiarity gained — you’ve solidified the route that you take in between your classes, and now you know how late you can realistically wake up and still get to class on time, and just cut it close enough.

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Sections are also already fully underway. Any new section crushes? I bet so. After settling in, you’re now able to smile at people you recognize in your new classes, which just makes you feel so effortlessly cool to be so well-acquainted with your campus peers. And for my type-A GCal addicts, you’ve finally found yourself in a steady groove in which you can happily stay afloat. Overall, you’re well past the first-week jitters, and everything is falling back into place. The calendar is packed, but with fun catch-up lunches and nights out in the square to add some liveliness to the usual psetting and readings you have to do. Taking a stroll through the Yard is also still lovely, and you’ll find yourself taking photos of Widener and Memorial Church as you get to class. You are happy to be back. All is well with the world.

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Hate It: Homework… What the funk?

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The first week's whimsy has worn off, and being back on campus has lost its novelty. It’s fun to roleplay a cool Harvard student, but it’s not so cool to be buried in readings on the second day, psetting until midnight in (dare I say it) Lamont, and forgetting who exactly you have and haven’t caught up with yet. You may have forgotten over the summer just how much work it truly is to be a Harvard student, but don’t worry, this lovely institution only lets you forget for so long — welcome back!

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Speaking of which, you know that class you really liked the first week? Yeah, it’s awful now. The content is boring, and the lack of structure was only fun the first week when it didn’t matter what you were learning. Now you have a reading quiz in the second week on something you vaguely remember being briefly mentioned, because the students speak more than the professor. Oh, and you know that seat you sat on the first day that you so deliberately picked out and enjoyed so much? Some random person has taken it. Or worse, an auditor has taken it. She doesn’t even go here! So you sit a row back and gaze longingly towards where your crush was sitting the week before, only to panic and check the Canvas roster, discovering that they had already switched out of the class. But don’t worry; maybe you’ll find another section crush in the 9:00 a.m. section you were just placed in against your will. It’s okay, a routine will build eventually — just probably not this week. You’re still fighting for your life while adjusting to the Harvard lifestyle again.

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Whether you love it or hate it, you are back nonetheless. Your friends at flyby hope that the sectioning Gods (your TF) bless you with good times, and that the cluzz (class Huzz) is bountiful. And remember, no matter how gloomy the days are turning as midterms inevitably begin to creep into your life, there will always be a flyby article waiting for you to read in the morning — you’re welcome.

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Even though it’s only the second week of school, sections are already underway, and the semester is in full swing! That first section week can be a trying time of adjustment, as new dynamics and social norms are established, and section kids emerge after a summer of hibernation.

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Here’s Flyby’s breakdown of the kids that you will meet in your section this semester:

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1. The Section Kid™

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The apex predator of the section ecosystem, the classic section kid measures their self-worth in raised hands per minute. They genuinely believe their thoughts are so profound that silence is a crime against humanity. They’ve weaponized the word “juxtaposition” and will deploy it at least once every week. If you manage to get a word in edgewise, pray you’ve done the readings — they can smell academic blood and fear from three seats away and WILL go in for the kill to call you out.

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2. Just a Chill Guy

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The sweetest golden retriever of section participants. Beloved by all, they somehow manage to say exactly the right thing in exactly the right amount of time. Their contributions are not too much, not too little — they are just a perfect gem overall.

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3. It ain’t much, but it’s honest work

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The true hero of section. When your TF asks everyone to share their thoughts about the reading, and the room falls into silence, this brave soul steps into the breach to break the ice. They might not have the most groundbreaking take, but they’ll take one for the team to fight the awkward silence so the rest of us don’t have to.

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4. Can I borrow a pencil?

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Harmless in lectures, but a completely different person when group work is mentioned. They haven’t done the reading, they forgot about the assignment, and they don’t even have a pencil. It’s giving group project PTSD from high school, and we’re not here for it.

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5. This is a little unrelated, but…

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The endless yapper. The master of the humble brag disguised as class participation. The discussion could be about 18th-century French poetry, and suddenly, we’re hearing a twenty-minute monologue about their “totally relevant” and transformative summer as an intern at Goldman Sachs, where they “learned so much about human nature,” just like, you know, Voltaire said.

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6. The Devil’s Advocate

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The final boss of section. This person has never met an opinion they couldn’t oppose, a consensus they couldn’t shatter, or a flow they couldn’t stop. They preface every bad opinion with “I’m just playing devil’s advocate, but…” as if that absolves them of responsibility for their terrible take. There’s no need to be an antagonist constantly; for our sake, please just go to therapy.

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It’s going to be a good year for me.

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Freshman year, I was still learning how to navigate this institution. Now, I can confidently say that I know the names of at least 60% of the buildings affiliated with the College, and respond to forgetting application deadlines with shrugs instead of panic (if it were important, I would’ve put it on my G-Cal).

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Sophomore year, I was settling into my college identitiy. Though I still don’t know exactly what the future holds, I feel ready for whatever comes next. I’m taking classes I enjoy, doing research that excites me, and making memories with friends both old and new.

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Junior year? I’m eating breakfast.

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It was the evening after I had moved back onto campus.

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As an avid checker of the “This Week’s Undergraduate Menu” page on the HUDS website (frankly, more out of habit than anything; I already have the menu sent to me via Flyby’s incredibly informative Harvard Today newsletter), I was already aware of the layout- and design-related changes they’d been making.

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What I didn’t expect was a new “Misc” heading under the Breakfast section, which included items that took my breath away. Namely — baby spinach, red onions, and tomatoes.

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Was I dreaming? Could it be that there were vegetables available in the morning?

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Like many of you, dear readers, breakfast in the dining halls has not sparked joy for me in a long time. Personally, I find little appeal in too-sweet pastries and the hardest-boiled eggs known to man. Plus, one can only make eating oatmeal feel whimsical in so many different ways. When I started imagining myself as a medieval peasant eating gruel, I knew that I couldn’t do it anymore.

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It was refreshing to see a diverse array of colors in the morning with varied tastes and textures, rather than the usual beige continental fare. I began looking forward to waking up in the mornings and making myself a sandwich (which had the added benefit of ensuring I had the energy to pay attention during my 9 a.m. lectures). In fact, I shifted my sleep schedule to do so.

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Let me say that again: one menu change by HUDS was the catalyst for improving both my eating habits and sleep schedule.

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I know that I am not the only person to feel this way, as evidenced by the fact that my house’s dining hall is now populated by more than about three people at a time before 11:30 a.m.

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Furthermore, the topic of “breakfast sandwiches” has organically emerged shockingly often between the standard conversation starter of “how was your summer?” and complaints about increased laundry prices.

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This is, not to mention, that there are many other points of change for which HUDS deserves praise, including the unexpected-but-appreciated presence of pre-mixed Caesar salad and the genuinely life-changing nature of the Pickle Bar (yes, a simple crunch can make that much of a difference). Though I will personally mourn the loss of Bistro Bowls and Build-Your-Own nachos, I feel positive about the direction HUDS is headed in.

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As much as I like to joke around, I am being 100 percent serious when I say that I (and every other undergraduate at the College) deeply appreciate the hard work HUDS puts in to not only feed thousands of college students three square meals each day, but to keep improving while doing it.

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We might not express it as often as we should (everyone better start texting positive messages to the number on our napkin dispensers), but none of us can imagine what it’d be like without you all supporting us every step of the way.

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Thank you, HUDS, for everything you do.

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P.S. HUDS, since you’re on a roll, may I suggest a congee bar at breakfast? It’s about the same difficulty to make as oatmeal, and toppings are already on hand (e.g. anything from the pickle bar and maybe scallions from the chili bar). Plus, I feel like congee appeals to a much larger audience than chili. Yes, I’ve been thinking about this since I stepped foot on campus.

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I see Flyby as, in a sense, a source of upperclassman advice. I don’t mean this in terms of the age of our staff writers, but in the sense of our authenticity. Flyby will tell it to you how it is – however raw it might be. But now, as a senior, here I am as the actual upperclassman. So, naturally, I am all the more certified to offer some more unsolicited advice.

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You might be thinking – slow your roll, the semester just started. And yes, you’d be right. I don’t deny being preemptively nostalgic, nor can many of my classmates (I mean, I genuinely visited Widener steps five times on the first day of classes to take as many pictures with my friends as I could (as if we don’t also have the spring semester… LFDOC, LFWOC? Now we’re just throwing letters together)). Looking past this, though, I’ve truly had many jump scares formative realizations despite my short tenure as a senior this year.

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1. Turnover is Rapid

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While Harvard has a strong institutional memory (She is OLD. Like before the United States old), the turnover of ideas on campus runs more quickly than you’d imagine. Take the new Adams buildings, for instance. While I, too, am impressed by the fact that the new Adams buildings are beautiful, I am more taken aback that this is everyone's, besides the Class of 2026’s, first time in these buildings at all. And, next year, there will be two classes that only know The Inn as The Dome. Things move fast, so it’s truly not worth getting hung up over something from the past. People won’t remember– that embarrassing moment from your freshman year is probably about as relevant as the old Adams dhall.

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2. Classes are Cool!!

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Even though I understand the gem-hunting expedition, I honestly think that there are so many awesome classes at the college that so many people miss. Yes, having gemmier classes would be in my interest this semester – I actually have to write my thesis rather than just tell people “I’m thesising!” and the MCAT will still not study for itself (unfortunately). But, even if a class is “easier” per se, being bored will make the work feel just as long. Take something for funsies, even if you have no business being there, because after eight quick semesters, you won't be able to anymore.

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3. Everyone Somehow Gets Old?

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Somewhere along the line, you and all of your teenage peers morph into fully fledged adults. You’ll end up in your twenties, and discussions about what clubs you’re excited to comp will morph into ones regarding return offers, recruitment, fellowships, and everything in between. Senior year is a ticking time bomb to a dispersion of all of the people you’ve grown to love over the last four years. So savor every moment along the way! Embracing the nights in Holworthy Basement is a rite of passage that should not be skipped for “cooler” upperclassmen spots (looking at you, Grensdays).

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So yes, I may only be three days into senior year, but if Harvard time has taught me anything, it’s that three days is basically three months, which is basically three years (into a fourth!). If nothing else, take my few days of wisdom, five Widener photo ops, and a million different acronyms as a reminder that nothing is truly ever that deep. And if that sounds like unsolicited advice — well, that’s what Flyby is for.

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It’s the start of September. The summer sun is shining, glistening off the deep blue of the Charles. Harvard’s Georgian brick beckons me as my mom drives our SUV to my new dorm. We pull into the Quad parking lot and I smile, excited for what the new school year will bring me.

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I grab my moving boxes and skip up my three flights of stairs to my six-person suite. I fling open the door and decide the layout’s not too bad. Certainly a little smaller than I expected, but the fire escape is an added bonus, and the window seats look like a rainy day’s dream aesthetic. But, unfortunately, it is not raining right now, and the suite feels a little too cozy. No longer am I smiling at the summer sun but cursing it for making my room feel like the inside of one of those solar pizza cookers. I hurriedly open the windows, only to find some obstructed by safety panels of plexiglass. While I try to supplement this snafu by turning on every fan in the suite, I trip over a large poster board. Looking down to face my assailant, I see a PAF poster with the words “DeWolfe” emblazoned across the front. DeWolfe? I ask myself.

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Now, I’m no expert on Harvard’s more obscure freshman dorms (I did once ask someone what school they went to after they said they lived in Lionel), but I could’ve sworn DeWolfe was overflow River housing — and nice overflow housing at that. I rush to Google to find out that no, DeWolfe was not supposed to be freshman housing, but here it is, providing freshmen with all the luxuries Harvard has to offer. Twenty lucky first years live in their suites, decked out with kitchens, bathtubs, and — oh my goodness — AC! And, just like that, I learn that first-years are living in better housing than I could ever dream of as a proud (but disgruntled) Cabotian.

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I sulk my way to sleep, tossing in my sweaty sheets, and awake with a maddening hunger and a busy schedule. So, I trek my way to the Cabot dining hall and am pleasantly surprised by the fried eggs awaiting me. After centuries (?) of student complaints, HUDS finally acquiesced to demands and gave us Quadlings some semblance of a hot breakfast. Perfect, I think. I’ll take this right back to my dorm and get on with my day. So, I meander to the swipe station to get my to-go box, only to find them nowhere to be seen. They’ve been abducted, gone like a thief in the night. Only that thief is an environmentally-conscious HUDS who cares more about their ESG rating than my ability to eat yucca fries in the basement of Lamont. So, pressed for time, I trudge across the quad lawn to go do my laundry.

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Yet, even this mundane task has been poisoned by new Harvard policies. After lugging my monstrously full hamper down three flights of stairs to the two washing machines in the building, I prepare to swipe my card only to be confronted by a warning sign stating “Crimson Cash is No Longer Usable.” Well, there went the $11.55 I had left on that app. Fine, I think. I can get yet another app for this school. And “One Tap Away” — or however many taps it takes to download Harvard’s new payment system from the App Store — I’m ready. But instead of convenience, I find myself confronted with highway robbery as my Apple Pay is charged a whopping TWO DOLLARS. Now, my eyes must be deceiving me. Harvard announced that it was raising laundry prices, but not to $2, to $1.75! Well, I can assure you that all four machines in the basement of Bertram Hall in Cabot cost $2. Since experiencing this initial shock, I have been unjustly charged twice more. I cannot fathom that a university to which my tuition costs nearly $90,000 each year and whose peer institutions (Dartmouth, Brown, Princeton…) offer free laundry, needs my EIGHT DOLLARS A WEEK to foot their water bills.

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I slide down to the floor of Bertram basement, aghast at what this university has come to.

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