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My Eighteen Avengers

My biggest fear was that I would wind up here at Harvard and find myself without a family. The process of applying was its own ordeal, now that I was in, what was next?

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Everything I’d known about Harvard was that it was an enclave of aloof intellects whose sole concerns were themselves. Within this narcissistic nest, I’d be alone and adrift.

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I was mistaken.

After completing an exhaustive housing application detailing (detailing) my personal habits, preferences, and quirks, I was hand-matched to the three gentlemen who would be my roommates. From there, we were sorted with other roommate groups into an entryway (hallway of people who live near each other) – fitted with a proctor (graduate student or faculty member who “parents” the entryway) and PAF team (Peer Advising Fellows; cool and informed upperclassmen who advise the entryway) designed to mesh with us! Like the Avengers, our dream team had been assembled and Wigglesworth D was ready to take on the world…

This is my entryway before field day during Opening Days

Wigg D before we crushed (in a way) our competition on field day during Opening Days.

Those first few formative days introduced us to each other and the late-night laughs we shared built unbreakable bonds that made us a family. Every week we gathered in my proctor’s living room, or in some common room within Wigglesworth, for Study Break, a weekly hour where we ate and enjoyed each other’s company.

Our entryway in our proctor's room during a Study Break.

Wigg D at one of our last Study Breaks inside of our proctor’s room.

Throughout the year, we’d gather in Annenberg for dinner. Birthdays and accomplishments were cheered on and celebrated, and we were there for each other in hardship or loss. Moving forward, most of us will live near one another as blockmates and linkmates (people in another blocking group that you choose to “link” with).

My entryway celebrating before the Harvard-Yale football game.

Wigg D chumming it up at the Harvard-Yale football game tailgate.

Wigg D was something I never imagined finding here; I’m happy I had them and glad I always will. 

My entryway along the Charles River at our very last study break/picnic.

Wigg D along the Charles River during our very last Study Break/picnic.

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Hi! My name is Julius Wade and I am a sophomore pursuing a joint concentration in History and Literature and Theater, Dance, and Media here at the College! I hibernate from 11PM until 9AM in the... View full profile

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