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Fifth in a Series
CLASS OF 2000
Keeping tabs on five freshmen from the last class of the millennium
By Marisa Cigarroa
osia
Rivers Lamberto-Egan has style. He
sports a long mane of shiny black hair that he likes to pull back in a
ponytail. On days when the California sun is burning strong, he often
can be seen swaggering across campus in a T-shirt and vintage
blue jeans that widen at the hem. Preppy he is not.
In his college application, Lamberto-Egan was asked to write a
brief letter to his future roommate relating an experience that revealed
something about himself. The Choate Rosemary Hall graduate chose to describe the day he
went from being a clean-shaven lad to being a muttonchop-whiskered dude.
One morning, the 17-year-old wrote, still groggy from the infamous
four-day battle of term paper due date, I awoke to the honeyed voice
of the stubble on my chin, enticing, tempting, seductive. Shape me, it
crooned, for I can be beautiful. My resistance to its charms lowered
from lack of sleep, I drew my blade and foam, not to kill, but to carve,
to craft, to reveal, like Michelangelo, the art hidden within my coarse
medium.
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