Prefrosh are almost as cute as baby giraffes

Oh, Prefrosh.  We watch them stumble around campus clad in orange lanyards and various articles of freshly bought Princeton gear, earnestly proclaiming that they “love Princeton already” and that “the architecture is to my liking.”  But, what’s really going on behind those confused faces, those adorable mouths filled with braces?  The UPC roved around last night to talk to some members of the Class of 2016–let’s see what they have to say.

HEY TABLE OF ASSORTED FRESHMEN AND SOPHOMORES!

So, I’m writing a blog post about prefrosh. Any idea where the prefrosh nucleus is located tonight?

Right here! We can pretend to be prefrosh

Okay! So, pretend prefrosh, what’s going on?

Everything is fine. I can just see myself happy here for the next four years. You know when your high school guidance counselor tells you “when you know, you’ll know”? I know!

What’s the strangest thing you’ve seen on campus today?

I saw some other prefrosh all prepped out with croquets mallets and douche sunglasses–they’re ready for Lawnparties, but I’m kind of questioning their clothing choices for today. Croquet mallets are really impractical.

Fact.

HEY GROUP OF PREFROSH PAINTING SHIRTS IN FRIST!

Which schools are you deciding between?

Here and Stanford. It depends on how I feel in the different environments. I have to feel comfortable and I have to see myself there. I’m pretty comfortable here.

You’ll soon learn that it’s super awkward to tell people that you go to Princeton. The guy at the grocery store will say: Hey, lemons are half off today. Where do you go to school? And you’ll say: Princeton! And he’ll respond: Oh, that school isn’t as good as Harvard, right? [true story]. So, let’s practice. I’ll be the grocery store guy. Nice lemons. Where do you go to school?

Uhh, wait. Do I say I go to Princeton?

Yea.

Oh. I go to Princeton.

Whoops. Guess that really wasn’t awkward.

Yea…

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