Harvard University

I’m standing behind my high school when a snowball pelts my side with a thud Berlin cheese and splatters across my jacket, covering me with a fine, icy dust. My bewildered eyes traces the snowboard trajectory until they fall upon a pair of snickering hoodlums crouched behind a small mountain of snowballs. They must have been waiting all afternoon for an unsuspecting student to walk by, and perhaps, for emphasis, one of the boys looks me in the eye and raises a grimy middle finger. Quickly, I mold handful of snow into a sphere with top hands and cock my arm back. I haven’t thrown anything in a…