We wish the graduating seniors all the best for the next phase of their lives.
An analysis of the data shows that advocates for change must be realistic and pragmatic
We firmly believe that Harvard students should never have to compromise their academic goals to pursue their extracurricular ones—or their extracurricular goals for their academic ones, for that matter.
Finally, make sure to stretch out your hands. You are graduating into a world of tremendous injustice and yawning inequality.
As founders of the Our Harvard Can Do Better campaign, we write to clarify how rape culture operates and how it complicates the responsibility of community members.
The honor of serving on Harvard’s Board should not default to being the crowning jewel of a tireless, well-crafted ascent to position, power, influence or wealth.
Standing in a busy Kyoto subway corridor quite far from my "current location" and "home," I was the most lost I've ever been.
My friends were booking their international flights and prepping for funding interviews. Fellow freshmen were getting ready to walk the halls of Twitter, Microsoft, and Google. Everyone around me was doing something, and I was going home.
The problem is as much about not knowing the difference between semiformal and black tie as it is about not having enough money to attend the events that require these attires.
It’s on us to respect women, to treat them as autonomous human beings rather than objects or extensions of men, and to listen to the voices of rape survivors. It’s on us to do better.
Believeland is, at once, a nickname, an imperative verb, and a prayer: That someday, despite every crushing disappointment, we’d get that championship, a hope more Messianic than practical.
I was going to write about human misconceptions for this postcard, the self-congratulating and delusional nature of our views about so many things. I was going to write about the inevitable physical and psychological decay of Home. I couldn’t bring myself to send those drafts.
Remember the tender moments, and create more with everyone you encounter. For every hateful act, there will be a thousand good ones as long as we continue sending love.
The axolotl forces me to press my nose to the tenuous glass of human consciousness.
I found it uncomfortable to reflect on how much time it would take this sand in the making to become actual sand.
The story I wrote a couple of months ago set in the Salvadoran San Miguel takes on a new meaning. I’d tried tackling colonialism in 4,521 words then, but the blue label on the glass bottle I hold in my hand reveals just how momentous conquest is.