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Stanford--Part the Second When last I left you, we were about to have "Dorm Programming." This meant that they sat us all down in the Larkin Lounge and did some skits, demonstrating the danger of drinking anything, getting lost alone, walking alone, or talking to a skeezy grad student (sorry A and E). Apparently the skeezy grad student is a common species. They are supposed to ride bicycles slowly and carry messenger bags. They are to be avoided at all times. Then we arranged ourselves by state, birthday, and height, after which we split up into groups. Our group played Taboo. I cleaned up, and was named MVP by the cool triple-jumper next to me. Yay for verbal skills! Then we all got back together and played some more word games. After this, when we were all bonded up, we sat around with our HoHo's (house hosts) and asked questions about Stanford. Yay. Finally, we were released to go hang out around the dorm. This was really fun, as it was our first contact with non-Admit Weekend associated freshmen. They were much less bubbly and more, um, sane. And of course, they were cool. When 11 rolled around, we (Laura, the other ProFro in my room) and I decided to wander over to the dance party, which they'd cleverly named the "HoHo Palooza." It was everything the name implies, only slightly more nerdy if that's possible. It was there that I was introduced to the "back attack," a phenomenon I don't see a lot of in high school. The basic maneuver goes like this: Girl dancing happily by herself to bad music, completely oblivious of boy lurking in back ground. Boy works himself through sweaty masses, comes up behind girl, who is still oblivious. Suddenly, girl notices that there's someone behind her. In the suaver cases, the next thing girl notices is hands around her waist. Whoa!!! Hands!! Stranger hands!! And then you're basically trapped because backing up gives the wrong impression and going forward is impractical because of the sweaty masses. You just kind of have to go with it. Which is ok if the attacker is cute, but when he's skeezy and random, it's kind of freaky. Ahh boys. So...interesting. Round about 1 am, we ditched the party and headed back and to bed. It'd been quite the day. And here, I will leave you...until next time... Next time on Stanford--Part the Third:Mary goes to class, shakes her Spanish groove thing, and meets the very original Leland Stanford Junior University Marching Band.