It’s an age-old story of star-crossed lovers—cruelly kept apart by family, society, class… and university ties. So, yeah, my boyfriend goes to Harvard. And I’m not the only one fraternizing with the enemy. Game day weekend is a tough time for cross-Ivy couples, and in an attempt to remove the stigma, I’m laying it all on the table.
I’ve mastered the art of the non-lie.
Sure, I’m perfectly willing to own up to my liaison with the enemy, but it’s just a lot easier on all of us if it doesn’t have to be a whole big thing. So, yes, when I said I was “going to Boston” for the weekend I really meant Cambridge. But if you think about it, the train station is actually in Boston so am I really even lying?
I love visiting Cambridge
New Haven has a special place in my heart, but man is Cambridge pretty. From bookstores to ice cream shops and even a scenic river, it pretty much has date night written all over it. And it doesn’t hurt that all of Boston just a T stop or two away.
Being ‘rivals’ doesn’t really affect our relationship.
A lot of people seem pretty confused about how our relationship works considering the bad blood. It’s unclear if those people have ever actually met a Yale or Harvard student before. Yes, the famed rivalry makes for an exciting football game, some good jokes, t-shirt slogans and pranks, but at the end of the day we’re all basically the same (and face it, most of us applied to Harvard too, and vice versa). Of course it helps that both of us are generally low on school spirit and any apparent interest in sports.
I pretended to be a Harvard student once to get into a museum for free.
Yes, it was an affront to my sense of honor and identity. But I also saved $15 bucks, so…
I have never actually thought about where our hypothetical kids will go to college.
Actual questions I’ve been asked: “So would you be mad if your kid goes to Harvard?” “Your kid will be so lucky to have double legacies,” and “What if your kid is like, really stupid?” First of all, way to get up close and personal there. Second of all, ummm…I think we can cross that bridge when we come to it.
I tried the Veritaffles and they were really good.
I’m sorry! I know we have waffles at Yale too! But they’re so soft and buttery and they have that cute little crest stamped into them and…yeah I suck, I know.
