I, Erica Mei-Ling Lee, 19-from-California-majoring-in-English, was the undercover freshman. The thing is, I’m not a reporter. David and I had planned for me to infiltrate the freshman class, but this lasted for all of a day. Everything I wrote after 2:47 p.m. on Day 2 was false because we decided to start crazy rumors. When the rumors got boring, we dropped the project. This is a bit of what I learned during my brief stint of super spy shit. I really did wear the wire.
2:19 p.m. Finally got up the courage to wander outside, after grueling day yesterday. Goal: Stop obsessing about the website and fall into undercover persona. Can’t find super-secret recorder. Bad sign.
2:23 p.m. North Quad: Empty except for Frisbee. Where are the hordes? Swipe is currently not working, so I cannot attack Barrows.
2:31 p.m. Wilder Bowl: Empty. Wtf.
2:35 p.m. Couldn’t open OCMR. Have actually turned into a freshman.
12:42 p.m. Watched the Barrows migration to Stevie.
1:20 p.m. Barrows Lounge: Empty
1:27 p.m. Dascomb Lounge: Empty
1:34 p.m. Talked to my First Freshman.
1:37 p.m. Just got rejected to hang out by 2 first years—or at least, they left without inviting me to come along.
1:45 p.m. Showed Ted Waddelow, a Barrows R.A., my wire, and asked him where all the freshmen were.
1:50 p.m. Gave up. Walked back to my room to hide. Continue reading