Last weekend, the First-Year Social Committee held their annual Freshman Picnic, which was attended by almost 400 people. Armed with heaps of cold cuts, Italian ices, and summery jams (oh, the nostalgia), the picnic was possibly the last opportunity the freshman class had to gather altogether for one afternoon. With a year's worth of academics at Harvard under our belt and reading period just around the corner, it was a nice lull in the school year, a moment to reflect, relax, and recuperate. For one afternoon, gone were the looming pressure of exams, the myriad decisions awaiting us in sophomore year, and the growing suspicion that life was about to move much faster very soon. For one afternoon, all we had were our memories, our childlike hope, and the promise of a golden summer.