{shortcode-089f34c9b9f94cefe51e07cc8c075e7fa75f0550}Visitas has come and gone, and with it so has a horde of potential students. While the sight of a gazillion red lanyards made us die a little inside, we’d be lying if we said that their presence on campus didn’t invite some self-reflection. We once were excited to be on campus. We once, a very long time ago, had life in our eyes. And we once were incredibly foolish — just as the prospective Class of 2029 is now. Here are some highlights from our encounters with prefrosh this weekend.

“Wow, you got in RD. Good for you.” – one prefrosh to another prefrosh. Whether they were sarcastic or sincere, we will never know.

“I already know what I’m writing my senior thesis on.” – a rather delusional prospective student.

“My host told me not to be in the dorm before 10 p.m.” – a prefrosh commenting on their host’s (slightly odd) obsession with their Visitas social life. (Or perhaps their host just wanted some peace and quiet while battling the Sunday scaries.)

On the flipside, many of us were hoping for our Visitas hostees to head back to our dorms a little bit earlier. One of our writers had to collect her Visitas kid at 2 a.m. Monday morning — predictably, her prefrosh was hopelessly lost — and had to witness her charge kissing goodbye to a boy she’d met a total of two hours before. (No one tell them the expiration date on Visitas relationships; they’ve probably figured it out by now anyway.)

We also had to witness the outcome of our prefrosh’s run-ins with a certain performing arts organization named after a dessert (iykyk), and we suffered the anxiety of having only 25 percent of our guests ever reappear in our dorm rooms. Perhaps they were huddled up in another dorm? Rumor has it that two prefrosh were asking if they could sleep in Kirkland basement last night. We just hope they realize that the mice can be found in places other than the dhall peanut butter.

Silly little prefrosh, you haven’t even started your time on campus and you’re already trying to earn your spot at the top of the social ladder. “Harvard should be more competitive; I don’t want to be at a school that’s not competitive because then you aren’t being pushed enough.” – someone that we’d rather not see on campus next fall…

“Nah, I’m going to HUCG open house, actually.” – a prefrosh, in response to hearing about AADT at the club fair on Sunday.

“Oh, you write for Flyby? I just took their purity test.” – a prefrosh with impeccable taste in blogs.

“That felt like a movie.” – someone (read: definitely a prefrosh) apparently very stunned by Ec 10b lecture this Monday. Was it really that awe-inspiring? We can’t be sure, considering that we were not quite conscious at the time.

Unfortunately, this was not only the instance in which prefrosh were far, far, far more academically engaged than we were… They sat in the front rows of our lecture halls. They answered our TFs with actual sentences instead of blank stares. And worst of all, they dared to ask us questions after our class presentations. Clearly, the Class of 2029 puts the vitality in intellectual vitality. We’ll see how long that lasts…