Molly L. Roberts
I’m not the type to drop the H-bomb. D.C.-bombs, on the other hand, rain down from my lips almost daily.
Alone time helps us break free for a little while. It gives us a respite from the voices of others constantly roaring in our ears. In the silence, we can hear ourselves think.
If taking a college’s spot into account only convinces you to cross Yale off the list, pre-frosh—you’re probably smart enough to have done it already—put other variables into play.
The New York Times uses these words and phrases to describe Harvard psychology professor Steven Pinker and the tests he gives his students. Fair enough. But if the Times wants to give its readers an accurate idea of Science of Living Systems 20, it’s missing a big chunk of the picture—exactly half, in fact.
Suggesting that a phenomenon as far-reaching and insidious as the so-called “leadership gap” will—poof!—disappear with a shift in semantics slaps a Band-Aid on a bullet hole.
Every cloud—even one that sheds inch after inch of snow, sleet, and freezing rain—has a silver lining.
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.
Freshmen, listen up: Housing Day will be here faster than you can say “not Slytherin.” You’re nervous, you’re excited, and you’re probably confused. We’re here to help. You only live Housing Day once, after all. We’ve put together a handy schedule to make sure that you live it right.
Like most things media, Housing Day videos are all about the spin. To do students a service and set the record straight, we’ve come up with a few suggestions for more honest Housing Day displays.
After all, remember: The evil that men do lives by the River; the good is oft interred in the Quad.
The dastardly Frank Underwood returned to our television sets and laptop screens last Friday in the second season of acclaimed political power drama House of Cards. Round two of Underwood’s Machiavellian antics lasts 13 episodes, which also means 13 hours of valuable time.
You heard it in kindergarten, in high school, and even here at college: there’s no such thing as a dumb question.
A fear that first struck me during shopping week freshman year now gnaws at my mind at the open and close of each semester. I am average. I am ordinary.
Certain of my friendlessness and mired in self-pity, I came home for break last year and pulled Catcher off the shelf immediately.