My first night I ended up at the Kong with the Harvard Radcliffe Asian American Christian Fellowship with and because of my atheist best friend. (Need I point out the many levels of irony in that particular situation?)

While at the Kong, I met another kid with whom I exchanged numbers. However when I met up with him the next day, he introduced himself to the other prefrosh I was with as my ex-boyfriend from 6th grade. Needless to say, I found this a little strange. I somehow ended up spending the rest of the night with him and his friend from high school while they talked about their classmate who founded a porn company, beer pong, and their secret rating system for hot girls.

The next day, I had no intention of seeing the kid again, but ran into him at an Asian bbq, where a well-meaning upperclassman asked if we were dating. Awk. He and his friend from high school ended up hanging out with some of my friends that night. He passed the time taking pictures of me from across the room and shouting at me, “Woman! You’re sleeping on the couch tonight!” I was incredibly skeeved out to the point where I considered going to Yale. Fortunately for me, my horrifying memories of Bulldog Days were much stronger than my creeptastic ones of Harvard Prefrosh, so I did, in fact, end up at this illustrious institution.

Coda: One year later, I’m not only friends with the (former) creeper kid, but dating his friend from high school. So, summary of prefrosh weekend: Atheist best friend takes me to Christian fellowship takes me to disreputable drinking/eating establishment where I meet boy who tells people we’re dating who then introduces me to boy I actually end up dating (who, incidentally, is Jewish).