Boston: A Boss Town
I was dropped off at the airport quite early in order to catch my 8 AM flight to Boston. As I stood in line at the Starbucks, hoping to find some breakfast, I noticed a magazine depicting the star of my favorite musical. I fought the temptation to purchase the magazine- and the temptation won. I waited at the sign that had my gate number for about an hour and a half before realizing that the door for my gate was actually on the other side of the terminal. Luckily, I managed to score a seat. I slept and awoke in Boston. A confusing set of subway rides later, I arrived at Harvard Square, and made my way to Currier House. After checking in, I had a slight issue opening the door to my room. Eventually I figured out that you had to pull the door in a little bit while turning the key. I was relieved to see that I didn’t have a roommate. After setting up my room, I went down for dinner and met my lab group. We had some practice debates in which I advocated for Androids and waffles. The...