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Over my three years here, much of my writing has served to criticize Harvard, its institutions, and its traditions. But I still love this place. Harvard gives you the thing to criticize and the tools with which to criticize it.
Kevin J. Friel and Anna Kim collaborate on a romantic playlist and share their insights about the genre.
Kirin Gupta investigates the cultural practice of "self-archiving."
Cherie Z. Hu speaks to photographer Jordan H. Hayashi and jazz vocalist and composer Laila Smith about art for more than art's sake.
As a senior I am fortunate to have come to terms with many of these insecurities, but as a freshmen these were the un-talked about realities that plagued me.
Entering a losing locker room in the NCAA Tournament feels like walking into a painting. Players known for their movement are deathly still. A team that has learned to communicate so well is absolutely silent. It feels like the kind of place where the word somber was invented.
“What’s next?” is a question applicable far outside the land of Bartlet and Toby and C.J. and Sam and Josh and Leo. It’s one I asked myself after the end of the Harvard women’s ice hockey team’s loss to Minnesota, 4-1, in the title game of the NCAA tournament on Sunday afternoon in Minneapolis.
At the same time, relentlessly focusing on the harsh realities of police brutality and mass incarceration without recognizing exceptions to the rule eventually leads to burnout and apathy.
Sometimes cultural differences flare up. To borrow Eve Tushnet’s phrasing, we study history best when we manage to do so with “a humble willingness to take dead people on their own terms.”