Most significantly, we are troubled by the University’s choice to group male final clubs, female final clubs, fraternities, and sororities.
Installing security cameras at dorm entrances certainly makes sense, but in this case, we would prefer to see the UC use its clout to instruct students to help themselves, rather than only focusing on administrative solutions.
Yale's recent decisions regarding "masters" and Calhoun College point in opposite directions.
Not since the election of 1860 has our choice in president promised so great an impact on our nation’s identity, its safety, and perhaps even its democracy.
By investing in buildings and not people, the message we send to the next generation contradicts every premise of humanist education.
And yet, despite this sign of progress, the emailed survey has yet to ask CAMHS end users—students—for feedback promptly and courageously.
Wonder—and the beauty and community which bring it about—might not be what Harvard students want, but it is what we need.
Just as Mother Nature can bring both destructive hurricanes and drought-ending rains, transformations of societal conventions bring both positive and misguided shifts in cultural normalcy.
Your yellowness was not what you believed it was. It was not and had never been timidity or ineloquence, inability or servitude. Instead, it was your own unwillingness to look at yourself.
My patriotism doesn’t match my passport. I may be cosmopolitan, but above that: I’m Scottish.
Feminism, therefore, is about empowering people to make their own choices, rather than the choices that society has already made for them.
In between all the my-god-please-learn-how-to-suck-it-up fits, there were more than enough moments where I couldn’t help thinking bitterly that the expectations being put onto them were unreasonably high.
While we fight to make the language of academia equitable for everyone, we must keep reading, writing, and thriving in the languages we already own.
As I admired how the flecks of light from the windows cast a pale blue glow on the limestone walls, I remembered that understanding history is more than simply touring a set of grand monuments and museums carefully cultivated for public consumption this summer.
Nevertheless, during this politically derisive and hostile season, rescuing the National Park Service may be the moonshot we need to rediscover our common thread as Americans.
But in all my confidence that privilege would fall, I had forgotten about blood, how it could leave a country in coma. My thoughts were abstracted because I was removed.