I make New Year’s resolutions. Perhaps my adherence to this old, optimistic custom sounds quaint; my cynical side, however, may
My blockmate shook his head. “I wrote my college essays,” he said, remembering, “And then I went back and read
In a moment of Thursday-night-lull weakness (not to mention moral weakness, according to the RIAA), I downloaded Clerks last week.
Ah, clothing: that old standby of social catagorization. When all else fails, when we are thrust into a room (or
I’ve tried three times in my life to learn poker. Harvard is not the kind of place where poker thrives—as
My father is a Presbyterian minister. I haven’t been to church in four years, initially because I found the practice
The beginning of each academic year puts each of us in settings that are, to some degree or another, unfamiliar.