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| − | Sooooo... I'm Rebecca, holder of numerous aliases. These are as follows:
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| − | | HB
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| − | | Stanford, 07.2
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| − | | Name given because of the inordinate number of pencils I discovered in my dorm room, which everyone soon assumed to be mine
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| − | | That short kid
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| − | | I can't help the fact that I'm not exactly the tallest person around. Also: I always seem to befriend tall people.
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| − | | Moose
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| − | | Stanford, 08.1
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| − | | Name I elected to be called due to the confusion that would arise from having two Rebeccas in the class. There were also two Alexs, one of whom was therein referred to as 'Waffles'
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| − | | Moose the Pope
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| − | | Stanford, 08.1
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| − | | The class I was in (The Renaissance) did an exercise wherein we were given a piece of paper with a church position written on it and then we had to arrange ourselves by our position of power. I was the Pope. Some person asked 'Who the pope?', to which somebody in my general vicinity said 'Moose the Pope'. When we got settled in class, I was made Pope again for an example, complete with hat. I guess I preformed my duties as Pope so well I was thereafter ALWAYS made Pope. So, whenever there was time to address me by my full title, I was called 'Moose the Pope'.
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| − | | Moose da Pope
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| − | | Stanford 08.1
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| − | | By this point, I was considered our class's 'mascot'; the person most commonly affiliated with our class. One day, my breathing was not acting optimally and I had to be taken from the academic quad to the health office via golf cart. It was nearing lunch, so the teacher determined that the rest of the class should just walk behind the golf cart, as the dining hall was rather close to the health office. It was rather quiet and disturbing, as a whole group of people were walking behind a golf cart listening to their classmate wheeze. In an attempt to break the silence, one of the guys said, 'Hey, if Moose is the Pope, and Moose is in a golf cart, the golf cart must be...THE POPE MOBILE!'. Everyone generally agreed with this statement, and decided that there should be a chant whenever the Pope Mobile was in motion. This chant was 'WHO THE POPE?!?' 'MOOSE THE POPE!'. 'THE' turned out to be an awkward word to scream, so 'DA' was used instead. Thus, the chant that would turn out to be our class's rally call was formed, as well as my new title
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| − | | Moose, Devourer of Kindergartner's Souls and Other Small Insects
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| − | | Stanford 08.1
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| − | | Allegedly, I devour kindergartner's souls. Apparently, kindergartner's souls are also insects.
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| − | | Dan
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| − | | Stanford 07.2
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| − | | NEVER, EVER ASK WHAT THE STORY BEHIND THIS IS
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| − | | Tree
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| − | | CAR.09.2
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| − | | The first ever name I gave myself in Silent Football, and I intend on always using it during Silent Football
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| − | | Becca
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| − | | Somebody decided that my name was too long
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| − | | REbecca (with RE being yelled)
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| − | | CAR.09.2
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| − | | To avoid further confusion about which Rebecca in our hall was being referred to (either me or Becca), people would have to emphasize the RE in order to get a response from me
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| − | | R.E.: Becca
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| − | | CAR.09.2
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| − | | Somebody during lunch was addressing the topic of the other Rebecca (Becca), so they said, 'R.E.: Becca' when referring to it. They soon realized that 'R.E.: Becca' spelled my name, and for about a day called me it because they thought they were being witty.
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| − | | England Kid
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| − | | CAR.09.2
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| − | | During an activity (sorry, I don't remember which), I proclaimed my love of England and my belief that England should have won the American Revolution. This prompted the RA running the activity, as well as most of the kids that were there, to call me England Kid whenever they saw me after that.
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| − | | England Kid Who Isn't From England
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| − | | CAR.09.2
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| − | | Further title given to me after people in the aforementioned activity realized that, due to my lack of accent, I was not English or a part of that years 'British Invasion'. This was a fact that confused most people and prompted numerous questions.
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| − | | History Kid
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| − | | All Sessions
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| − | | I love history, and this is a fact most people pick up on relatively quickly, thus this title or some close variant is sometimes given to me.
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| − | | Lucky Moose
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| − | | Stanford 08.1
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| − | | On Casino Night, a posse followed me to the roulette table, where I bet correctly for 27 strait turns. I was dubbed 'Lucky Moose', and people who bet against me were often yelled at for just being stubborn.
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| − | | Lucky Girl
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| − | | CAR.09.2
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| − | | Once again, my luck on Casino Night returned. As soon as we were let out of our quad, I rushed over to Uber Quad, where roulette was. Within 20 minutes, I had guessed THE EXACT NUMBER the ball was going to land on 3 times. The roulette table I was at was full of dedicated players who didn't move, thus my betting exploits were seen in their full glory by about 4 other people (who thankfully were not game theory kids. I think if I had been at a table of game theory kids, they would have tried killing me), some of whom apparently told friends about what I had done, as over the next couple of days I would be stopped at random to be asked, 'Hey, you're that lucky girl, right.' Also, some of the people who saw my original feat always called me 'Lucky Girl' (i.e.: Hey, Lucky Girl, could you pass me whatever potato item is for lunch today?)
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| − | | Hoarder of Sexual Tension
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| − | | CAR.09.2
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| − | | During one game of Silent Football, the Universe was was in an area rather lacking in sexual tension, and I was sitting on one of the only patches. This led to the comment, 'Mr. Dictator, the player TREE seems to be hoarding sexual tension.', to which Mr. Dictator responded, 'Mr. Dictator acknowledges this, and rewards said player...The title of: Hoarder of Sexual Tension.' After this, I always carried a fistful of grass in my pocket so that, in the event that someone asked if they could have some sexual tension, I would happily provide them with some.
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| − | I went to Baby CTY at Stanford for 2 years (even though I live in New Jersey and could have easily gone to a closer site) and took history classes. I started regular CTY by taking Philosophy of Mind at Carlisle.
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| − | I LOVE CTY AND I LOVE THE PASSIONFRUIT!
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