Reina A.E. Gattuso
A few months into the school year, I got a phone call from my aunt. “Matthew’s standing at the door,” she said. “He has his shoes and coat on. Listen to what he’s saying.” I heard the static as she moved the phone from her face to his.
Remember the moment you got into Harvard? Of course you do. And, as jaded as you may be—or pretend to be—, it's always fun to relive the magic with the College's newest crop of admitted students. Flyby caught up with a couple of them to talk about exorbitant Facebook friending, awkward questions, and weeping puppies.
For those Flyby readers interested in English lawn games, prepare to be disappointed: Pfoho Croquet will not involve any actual mallets or wickets.
Want to procrastinate online, but feel like you're wasting time? The Harvard Resource Efficiency Program (REP)'s new blog is procrastination with a purpose.
Sexiest physical trait: Let’s just say, when I lay out, I burn. And when I burn, I peel. And when I peel, everything peels.
In paper soft with age and still crisp from the printer, in cursive loops and cartridge-ink, they tell their stories.
Advising Fortnight began this evening with a kick-off event in Annenberg. The next two weeks promise a plethora of events catered to (and catered for) freshman eager for wisdom about concentrations (and cupcakes). With pithy, often alliterative, food-oriented titles, the department workshops are aimed to help freshmen gauge their academic interests. Acknowledging the overstimulated and chronically indecisive nature of this generation, Flyby makes the concentration decision easy. Just go for the food.
Feb. 26 to March 3 marks National Eating Disorders Awareness Week. In honor of the week, Harvard students and fellow collaborators have organized events with simple, yet profound, aims: to share their personal stories, increase awareness of eating disorders, and enable those struggling with eating disorders to find outlets through affordable treatment and art.
Robot sex: it’s going to happen and it’s going to be hot.
9:15 p.m. Filling out internship applications in formal wear. Way to go, Harvard.
He is the kind of man whose calendar is always full. Prominent among these commitments is this evening’s Hasty Pudding Man of the Year event, when he will be recognized as the theater’s new namesake.
I am all about grooving to Rihanna's evocations of a poorly mannered young man's erectile difficulties. But hip-thrusting to "Rude Boy" with 25 middle-aged women at the Alexandria First Presbyterian Church in my small, rural hometown of "No, I Do Not Know Snooki," N.J., seems a little ... incongruous.
Nobody wants to know what you had for breakfast.
Amid a swirl of tutu-clad women handing out fliers to the beats of Beyonce and the Spice Girls, the Undergraduate Council presidential candidates campaigned outside of the Science Center Tuesday morning.
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