1.0Harvard Gazettehttps://news.harvard.edu/gazettegazetteimporthttps://news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/author/gazetteimport/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="HKTTBtM92N"><a href="https://news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/2003/10/flash-friends/">Flash friends</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://news.harvard.edu/gazette/story/2003/10/flash-friends/embed/#?secret=HKTTBtM92N" width="600" height="338" title="“Flash friends” — Harvard Gazette" data-secret="HKTTBtM92N" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://news.harvard.edu/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> A sudden downpour, a flash flood, and a Yard full of freshmen conspired to bring shy, disconnected students together better than any orientation session could. On the afternoon of Sept. 23, the skies above Cambridge opened up, and in a few minutes created a mud puddle that could call out the inner child in an octagenarian. Harvard first-years tumbled into the mood and the puddle without a moments hesitation, spraying the afternoon with splash fights, football games, and spontaneous mud wrestling. By the time it was over, the bonding and the laundering had begun.https://news.harvard.edu/gazette/wp-content/uploads/2003/10/36-mud-450.jpg