#Freshmen

A Valentine’s Day instructional: How to Hook Up at Northwestern

2/14/119:30 amBy Serena Dai 0 Comments

Step one: So you’re a freshman! You know why the word fresh is in there? Duh, because you’re FRESH. Green. Well. First of all, you must develop an attitude about sex. Ex: “Yeah I’m young and fresh! This is college, bro/girl! Imma take chances and have fun and really like, EXPLORE, you know?” more

The 10 dumbest comments on the Class of 2014 Facebook group

The world of admitted-students groups on Facebook is a bizarre one, with its own cryptic language and delineated roles. There’s the well-meaning creeper who’s just looking for a roommate, and then there’s That Kid whose trail of inane comments will haunt him until commencement. more

The mass of NU thespians at last Saturday’s “Desiree’s Hawt Mess-iree” at Futami (formerly Blu) was large enough to make any non-theater major feel out of place. Despite my uneasiness, there’s no way I could turn down the event named, in diva-like fashion, after a freshman theatre major, who a friend nicely described as “outgoing.” The cabaret-style event raised money for the freshman musical, Reefer Madness. more

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Still nursing that heart-shaped box of chocolates that your Mom sent you? Need something to take your mind off of your loneliness? Catch up on the weekend’s happenings with this week’s Party Report, after the jump. more

Buzzard recruited a freshman to scribble notes on her experience during Sunday’s first round of Panhel rush, the sessions known as “preview round.”

For the first time all year, sororities opened their doors to hundreds of freshman girls eager to glimpse of what’s inside. What followed was five hours of untouched junk food, (largely) forgettable conversations, and lots of pre-rush ass-kissing that left me wondering, “Why am I doing this again?” more

Bucking a national trend, early applications for the class of 2014 topped last year’s numbers, reaching about 1,670. The projected eight percent increase from last year’s number would be the biggest in the last four years, according to statistics provided by Michael Mills, who leads the provost’s office’s enrollment division. more

Disclaimer: Rick and Jill are pseudonyms used to protect the identity of the people involved. For a slideshow of identification card security features, click here.

Rick’s parents left for the weekend, and his friends will be arriving in an hour for the party he’s throwing in this ranch-style home in a rural Midwestern town. Nearly everything’s in place, except for one thing: the alcohol hasn’t arrived yet. At this point, Rick is panicking. In this town, underage drinkers rely on older friends to buy the alcohol. But Rick’s go-to buyer just called, and he can’t come to the party.
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18 years old | Dance Major | Bobb-McCulloch

Morton Schapiro’s finally inaugurated. What’s one thing you hope he accomplishes before you graduate?

A greener NU and more dance space.

A Cappella: yes or no?

Yes. more

Young Folks: Part 4

10/20/0912:52 amBy Alanna Autler 6 Comments

Illustration by Elena Aleksandrova
Illustration by Elena Aleksandrova

This is the fourth part of a story being serialized by NU Intel (here’s part one, part two and part three). Autler is a Medill sophomore. She hates Nickelback.

Tonight is Mexican-American Appreciation Night in the dining halls. Life seems to be on the upswing.

“¡Hóla, señorita!” Quentin has traded his chef’s hat with a sombrero. Instead of omelets, he flips cheese quesadillas.

“Hóla, Quentin,” I giggle, passing his station. The manifestations of Mexican-American culture extend to a bowl of Ruffles and salsa on each table. In a bout of political correctness, Sargent plays Shakira’s debut album, “Laundry Service.”

“Is Shakira even Mexican?” Holly asks, plopping down her tray.

“Who cares?” I sigh as I cut my arroz con carne. “Have you seen the music video for She Wolf? Holy fuck.”

Suddenly, some guy sits at our table. I don’t know about the other dining halls, but in Sargent, this is unheard of. Save that shit for Willard. You don’t join a round table unless you know the company. And if you come alone, well then grab a copy of the Daily and sit in the corner.
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While I was eating yet another chicken wrap in the Allison Dining Hall, they were feasting on free food while mingling with some of NU’s frattiest. What actually went on at these dinners remained a complete mystery to me. That is, until this past weekend. In what was one of the more awkward nights of my life, I became the only girl creeping in the background at a celebration of testosterone. more