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“Let’s play hockey.” The chant rang out loud and clear on the Yale side of the Payne Whitney Gymnasium on Friday night in New Haven, Conn. as the Harvard men’s basketball team closed in on a third straight outright Ivy League Championship.
I never thought the sight of a fish would make me cry. But on Housing Day 2013, when a red-and-yellow cod burst into my room along with a throng of cheering students, I nearly burst into tears.
So between any two schools—whether it be Stanford and Harvard; Harvard and BU; or Stanford and Moorpark Community College—comparisons are something best left for the movies.
Adela Kim discusses the Yes Men's BBC stunt as a form of contemporary art.
This week, our protagonist reunites with Aunt Taylor only to find a concerning letter.
While the struggle over Ukraine does indeed pit Western interests against Russian interests however one slices it, America should recognize that Russian realpolitik, when its strategic goals intersect with ours, is a force to be harnessed, rather than repelled altogether.
We admire villains and anti-heroes because of and not in spite of their evil.
While Harvard may be overtaken with financial considerations, the university’s main purpose is the pursuit of knowledge. Dean Pfister’s engagement with students’ social and academic lives should not be exceptional.
President Faust, I am told, was scientifically correct, but could have sounded more insensitive only if she had Skyped into the meeting from her private villa somewhere in the Caribbean, swimming in a pool of hundred dollar bills.
In this country, the social media age has given rise to a generation of complacency, where taking a link from one website and putting it on another is a sufficient social contribution.
Russian, interspersed with the occasional English idiom, flowed from her lips, like a bilingual mad-lib.
Andrew Wyner discusses the treatment of confidence in athletes and artists.