Adventures at C World
A little less than a year ago, my friend and former teammate Kate Morris wrote an editorial piece for The Crimson entitled “A New Conversation” in response to the odd and upsetting instance in which urine spilled on a bunch of LBGTQ books in Lamont Library—an incident which was declared to be an “accident” by Dean Evelynn M. Hammonds. Kate chose not to focus on the incident but rather to look at what she saw as the larger issues at play. Most profound to me was her conclusion that “common human dignity” was more important than social spaces and funding which would allow her to be “separate and unequal.”
I don’t feel it’s my place to comment on the purposes these resources could serve. I’ve been lucky enough not to deal with stigma in my life, so I can’t speak for those who have.
The Harvard University Boat Club’s 2010-2011 season was bookended by two-second losses to the University of Washington.
After an 8.5-second margin of victory in the Head of the Charles’ Championship Eight event opened this season, the Crimson has to be hoping for another symmetrical finish.
We celebrate Harvard-Yale because we believe it to be a battle between some of the nation’s best and brightest. The experience would be somewhat cheapened if arguably the most brilliant player, both academically and athletically, doesn’t get to play.
Those who have been following Ivy League football this year probably know that Bulldogs’ field general Patrick Witt is currently deciding whether he will play his final game at Yale against Harvard or interview for the Rhodes Scholarship.
I can sum up the reasoning behind my decision to make the women’s hockey team the first beat I claimed with one word: winning.
By that I mean both that the beat has thus far proved to be extremely enjoyable and highly rewarding and that my draft choice was highly influenced by my desire to write more stories about wins than losses.
“Ultimate frisbee,” she said. “It’s pretty much my life.”
I was sitting down with some girls on my floor on one of the first Mondays of my sophomore year, and I had asked the generic question, “What kind of activities do you do on campus?”