"As for a memory: I enter the Hillel with my freshman entryway: people I will soon enough grow to love. Everybody is looking at me weird. Is it my skin color? Is it because I'm a Muslim? We take our seats and I'm pretty confused. Chris Keller tells me to look down. And there it is: I have a hole as big as the Grand Canyon in my shorts. A tear along the seam of the inner thigh. Petrified, I just realized my boxers had been flapping in my fellow freshmen's faces all day as we celebrated Harvard on the Boardwalk! Yes that is why people were looking at me!! If you think that was awkward wait till you hear about the rest of my time at Harvard . . . a time I will look back on with fondness, gratitude, and laughter! FIST BUMP!"