Over the past few weeks, I have come to the realization that my school, Harvard, is a museum. There is no better metaphor.
From week one, there were complaints about the tourists: people walking into Memorial Church, families pushing strollers into Annenberg and even putting a lens against the window of my friend's room!
Honestly?! Have some decency, tourists. Respect our privacy and our personal space, our rights to eat and live in peace. Is it really so much to ask? We can't even open the shades to let some sunlight into the room (WINTER IS COMING FOR GOD'S SAKE) in the morning, for fear of the tourist paparazzi catching us half naked.
We are human beings, not exhibits.
Two tourists have already asked me to take a photograph for them and only one of them bothered to really talk to me. So, thank you, random kind man, for actually treating me like an individual. Ask me about my life! Maybe I'll even show you my dorm! Imagine that! Similar to Harvard professors, we Harvard students like talking about ourselves.
Enough of the rant...
Time passes so slowly here. One hour feels like three, and days feel like weeks. Not in a bad way. College facilitates close relationships - especially when you live with someone. It only took 3 weeks to make some truly special friends here, an experience that usually takes years in "real life" (yeah, college isn't exactly "real life" is it?). It's a strange phenomenon.
However, it is also important to note the ironic superficiality of these relationships. Of course, this does not apply to all of the acquaintances I have made, but those people who I met once in the dining hall, or someone I bumped into during shopping week - frankly, I don't think I will ever see you again. We're all in this phase of I-must-meet-everyone, without fully getting to the nitty gritty of knowing someone.
For the all-too-curious minds, check out my room below:
And my desk area:
(sorry mom, for the profanity)
That's all for now, folks! Until next time - wish me luck!
