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It’s FPOPpin’ by Tom R. '14

Whatchu know 'bout me?

As the advent of another academic year approaches, I feel somewhat obligated to wax rhapsodic about things that didn’t happen very long ago.  I first set foot on MIT’s campus as an innocent, doe-eyed freshman over a year ago. It was a beauteous midsummer morn, and I was filled to the brim with excitement and wonder. Of course, the honeymoon didn’t last forever, but I feel a vicarious thrill seeing the same expression reflected in the eyes of the torrent of 2015s that have descended upon campus in the past week.

Like many freshmen, I was participating in one of MIT’s many FPOPs, chances for freshmen to dabble in a huge variety of subject and activities before the actual orientation begins. My FPOP was the Freshman Arts Program or FAP (an acronym that inevitably spawns countless ribald one-offs). Contrary to popular belief, MIT is not a dystopian wasteland devoid of art; to the contrary, it is filled to the brim with creativity, as Chris recently pointed out.

On day one of FAP, I was greeted by a bunch of hyperactive upperclassmen who somewhat dubiously presented themselves as our “counselors,” and my cohorts and I were escorted to the FAP lair on the fourth floor of the student center which would be our home for the next several days. Each of us specialized in a different artistic “discipline,” (mine being creative writing), and throughout engaged in numerous activities both artistic and not around Boston and Cambridge. After all was said and done, I had forged many new bonds (which remain close to this day) and had a generally awesome time, as the kids say. So great was the magnitude of this awesomeness, in fact, that I decided to experience it the next year as an ancient, crusty sophomore.

When not grooming my enormous silver beard, I coached a new generation of creative writers with Will ’12 in the ancient art of synthesizing beautiful scribes. I must say, being mad with power on the counseling side of things definitely gave me a different perspective. We took our authors and authoresses to cemeteries and cafes and wrote poems, plays, and nonfiction, as well a mildly disturbing work involving an extraterrestrial love affair. FAP is fantastic at getting freshmen to form relationships with like-minded people. while having decrepit underclassmen to guide them–a characteristic shared across all the FPOPs. To revisit a disgusting cliche, though the outings and activities are fun, it’s the people who really make the experience worthwhile.

Now, as orientation winds to a close and the impending doom of endless torrents of work and minimal sleeping approaches, I’ve been quite reflective on my FAP tenure. To any future freshmen who are debating whether or not to thrust themselves into an FPOP, allow me to settle your internal dispute: do it. You have nothing to lose, except maybe sanity, but hopefully you have none of that to begin with. The experience and community last much longer than the satisfaction from constructing an enormous sculpture out of bellybutton lint that you might have done otherwise.

Anyway, don’t take my word for the magnificence that is FAP; let these pictures speak for themselves (all photo credits go to Moni ’11 and Nikita ’14):
Stephanie ’12 and I in traditional FAP regalia.

Caitlin ’15 jams on her Irish harp.

DC ’15 gazes wistfully into the distance from a gentle incline.

Will ’12 demonstrates significant yoga prowess.

Lili ’15 and Miriam ’15 terrorize a young lad in the form of Matt ’15.

Anthony ’15 shows off his ocarina skillz.

Peter ’15 films Delian ’15 as seen on the interwebs.

Evie ’13 throws her hands up in the air sometimes.

4 responses to “It’s FPOPpin’”

  1. Anthony '15 says:

    Oh look it’s me! And us! Why are we so awesome. Go FAP.

    On a serious note for any prospective future frosh reading this: when you’re deciding about FPOPs, consider doing something different than what you usually would. In my case, I’m interested in computer science and I was involved in FIRST Robotics in high school, so my stereotypical choice would have been DEECS, and I’m sure I would have enjoyed that a lot. But FAP was a chance for me to explore other interests, and bond with other people who had those different interests, and I definitely don’t regret this. FAP was the most densely packed fun and awesomeness I remember ever having.

  2. Frank '15 says:

    Best FPOP hands down. All the people in the academic ones were so jealous haha

  3. rfong'12 says:

    Ditto, I was a hardcore FIRSTer and made some of my best MIT friends at FAP.

    also I WANT A HAT IN MY BLOGGER CARTOON AVATAR

  4. Elizabeth C. '13 says:

    my lip gloss is poppin my lip gloss is cool all the boys keep jockin and chase me after school

    going to be singing that to myself for the rest of the day…