In The Meantime
It’s summer, the time when kids who are almost college seniors try out the real world of gainful employment. For me, that means working in media in Washington, D.C., our nation’s capital. For many of my close friends, though, it means working in banking, private equity, or any company whose last name is Capital.
When we finally reached Machu Picchu, the planes, trains, and automobiles were worth it. A never-ending line of vibrantly green peaks with a gushing river at their bases surrounded our insignificant bodies. Climbing over the stones strolled upon by my Inca counterparts 600 years ago, I truly was on an adventure.
Vans, motorbikes and unusually large rats sped through the four-lane highway in Halong Bay.
Following ancient Vietnamese culture, I spent my New Years at the Zoo in Ho Chi Min City listening to top 40 songs.
The man at CVS slid a yellow cardboard envelope across the counter. “Here are your photos. That’ll be $6.51.”
Many Americans probably don’t know this, but the Philippines starts celebrating Christmas in September.
On December 25 at 11:56 p.m., I realize that it’s our last Christmas in this house.
A Growing Movement: Students Aim to Change Culture and Policies Surrounding Sexual Assault on Campus
3,066. That’s the number of students—85 percent of those who voted in the latest UC election—who agreed with the UC referendum asserting that Harvard should reexamine its sexual assault practices and policies.
The following is the story, as told to me, of how Joshua fell in love with, and ultimately proposed to, his wife Anna E. Lumelsky ’00 over a series of dates at the café.