<p>I just got an e-mail from D1 who’s doing a summer internship at an organization in South America. She’s been there for four weeks, with several other American college students working in other parts of the agency. She’s been chatting off and on with an American guy who’s interning in another office, and knew that he went to school in Boston - no school name, but he’d done a summer program with BU (to which she replied “Oh wow, I go to college in Boston too; yeah, I did a BU program last summer”). So on and on they go, each supposedly a BU student. They just crossed paths on Facebook and both finally realized - a month into their friendship - that they’re classmates at H (“you know, it’s a double-edged sword,” they both agree). What a weird ritual. I think that like actors who refuse to say the word “MacBeth” on stage, H students kind of enjoy their H-bomb aversion tradition.</p>