Wagamama
<font color=blue>Just call me Bella<br><font color
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I just got this e-mail, its kind of cute
original college town.
We number somewhere over 200,000. We are Suffolk. BU. Northeastern. BC. Wentworth. Emerson. Simmons. Harvard. Emmanuel. Mount Ida. Lasell. UMass. AI. Tufts. MIT. Berklee. Bentley. Babson. More. We live in Back Bay, the North End, S o u t h i e , Beacon Hill, Kenmore Square, allston, JP, Fenway, Dorchesta', the North and South shores... We club on Landsdowne and shop on Newbury. We don't go in the common alone at night. We don't walk the freedom trail or ever quack back at the duck tours when they pass. We don't quite understand the alarming amount of tourists in our city. We don't s i g n a l when we turn. We don't pronounce our 'R's. We don't take the orange line if we can avoid it. We don't take the flowers from those crazy ladies downtown thinking they're free. We work hard. We play hard. Our weekends start Thursday afternoons and sometimes include Tuesday nights. Our walk of shame is morning after T rides and cab fares. We are all 21 on nights out, whether our birth certifictes confirm so or not. We are GUYS, girls, white, black, tall, short...smart (and on scholarships), dumb (and owing more than our life's worth in student loans...). We live for bars that don't card. New York Pizza at 1 am. Warm days on the common. Fire & Ice. Cambridgeside Galleria, Copley Square and Downtown Crossing. Sunday Pats Games. Blizzards cancelling classes. Hempfest. Keg parties in Allston. Crazy people on the T. Bums asking our broke asses for money. All-nighters in the dorms. M a r a t h o n Monday. Drunken cab rides. We're defined by the roommates we've had, the parties we've attended, the classes we've taken, the people we've kissed...those that we've missed. Nights of laughter. Nights of tears. Hellos, goodbyes, "I'm sorry"s, "I'll call you"s, "what's your major?"s and everything in b e t w e e n ...but most of all, we are the friendships we've made and the bonds we've built. The people may f a d e , but the memories never will. We're just small kids in a big city...but we are Boston. Now, and always.
original college town.
We number somewhere over 200,000. We are Suffolk. BU. Northeastern. BC. Wentworth. Emerson. Simmons. Harvard. Emmanuel. Mount Ida. Lasell. UMass. AI. Tufts. MIT. Berklee. Bentley. Babson. More. We live in Back Bay, the North End, S o u t h i e , Beacon Hill, Kenmore Square, allston, JP, Fenway, Dorchesta', the North and South shores... We club on Landsdowne and shop on Newbury. We don't go in the common alone at night. We don't walk the freedom trail or ever quack back at the duck tours when they pass. We don't quite understand the alarming amount of tourists in our city. We don't s i g n a l when we turn. We don't pronounce our 'R's. We don't take the orange line if we can avoid it. We don't take the flowers from those crazy ladies downtown thinking they're free. We work hard. We play hard. Our weekends start Thursday afternoons and sometimes include Tuesday nights. Our walk of shame is morning after T rides and cab fares. We are all 21 on nights out, whether our birth certifictes confirm so or not. We are GUYS, girls, white, black, tall, short...smart (and on scholarships), dumb (and owing more than our life's worth in student loans...). We live for bars that don't card. New York Pizza at 1 am. Warm days on the common. Fire & Ice. Cambridgeside Galleria, Copley Square and Downtown Crossing. Sunday Pats Games. Blizzards cancelling classes. Hempfest. Keg parties in Allston. Crazy people on the T. Bums asking our broke asses for money. All-nighters in the dorms. M a r a t h o n Monday. Drunken cab rides. We're defined by the roommates we've had, the parties we've attended, the classes we've taken, the people we've kissed...those that we've missed. Nights of laughter. Nights of tears. Hellos, goodbyes, "I'm sorry"s, "I'll call you"s, "what's your major?"s and everything in b e t w e e n ...but most of all, we are the friendships we've made and the bonds we've built. The people may f a d e , but the memories never will. We're just small kids in a big city...but we are Boston. Now, and always.


