Legal, Brief

I've been making fun of Harvard since the day I chose to come to Tufts University. We all know the Tufts cannon is aimed at the school we look down upon from atop our hill; you only need a $32 billion endowment if you're compensating; and if you want to get to Tufts, you have to take the Red Line and literally pass MIT and Harvard before reaching your true destination. Simply put: there's really only room for one elite liberal arts school five miles outside of Boston. Besides, our mascot is a big, heroic, dictionary-shaping elephant, and theirs is, apparently, an old man. But this one-sided rivalry (in all likelihood, Harvard doesn't know there are any schools further down the Red Line) may not be meant to last. Because when I applied to law schools, I applied to Harvard. And, as of last week, they said yes.

My residents are fantastic.

Deli-cious Hanukkah Treat

Happy Thanksgivukkah, everybody! At least, that's what Boston mayor Thomas Menino is officially proclaiming the holiday. It's the coinciding of the beginnings of Thanksgiving and Hanukkah, which, according to the proclamation, "will not happen again for more than 79,000 years" (notably, this is a disputed calculation, since it seems likely that the Jewish calendar will be adjusted sometime between now and then to keep the holidays aligned to the seasons). Regardless of whether or not this Thanksgivukkah is unique, Tufts is celebrating with the unofficial opening of a brand new kosher deli on campus, located just inside Jumbo Express.

Chocolate Peanut Butter Melt

Last month, I solicited the help of friends on Facebook in order to compile a list of campus "secrets" for use on a bulletin board on my hall. You know, things like "Carmichael has a hidden stash of popsicles across from the pizza station," or "You can ride the elevator from the bottom of Downling Hall to the top of the hill, even after the building is closed." But the real value of having lived on this campus for so many years comes from learning the ins and outs of our dining halls. In a rush during Stir-Fry night at Carm? Microwave your own "stir-fry" with the help of the sauces they keep over there. Not gonna wait in line for a Dewick Sundae Sunday? Fill a bowl with whipped cream, add fruit from the salad bar, and go crazy at the toppings station. But here's the gem of dining hall cooking: the chocolate peanut butter cookie sandwich melt.

Oh yes. This.