"Some of my favourite memories at Harvard are from Freshman year. Wide-eyed and excitable, my friends and I could make fun out of almost any situation. In particular, I remember walking through the Yard one day with two of my friends from Mass Hall, singing "I'm a Believer" (accompanied by incessant clapping and air-guitar riffs) at the top of our lungs. We didn't have any reason to do it, but we didn't have any reason not to. We were naive -- blissfully unaware of what passersby might think -- and happy to just be ourselves. Our laughter carried on long after the singing stopped. We're still laughing about it today."