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Robert J. Fenster
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Where Are the Humanities?
Last week, under a humid, steamy tent across from Radcliffe Yard, University President Lawrence H. Summers said a few words
Extracurriculars
During my FOP trip, right before my freshman year at Harvard, my FOP leader gave me my first dose of
Gremlin Trouble
If you’re like me, you’ve believed in lucky gremlins at one time or another since arriving at Harvard. These fickle
Harvard's Silent Manias
Before Spring Break, I honestly thought that I was going to die. Unlike my carefree, confident comrades who intrepidly planned
Think About the Green Rabbit
Several weeks ago during my introductory cell biology course, my professor interrupted the usual drone about the fascinating world of
Remembrance of the Present
This week seniors have begun to celebrate the infamous “last 100 days” of their Harvard careers. For the rest of
Something to Talk About
Running on Valentine’s Day is a columnist’s worst nightmare. Undoubtedly, the majority of my readers have temporarily morphed into bitter,
Dissent: One Admissions Process, Early
There is no question that the current two-tiered approach to college admissions benefits schools. They are able to guarantee that
Paying Off the Hook
I’ve come to dread checking my mail. No, I have no irrational fears about contracting anthrax. Rather, I have come
A Proposal To End Inflation
Last week the Educational Policy Committee (EPC) interrupted the tranquility of fair Harvard when it released a carefully constructed report
The Crisis That Wasn't
Last Sunday night as I sat in my room typing the next installment of my column, thinking of how dull
Reinventing Ourselves
One brisk morning several weeks ago, I trekked up Garden Street to the Registrar’s Office in order to glimpse the
A Cauldron of Empty Metaphors
Last Friday, under a perfect Cantabridgian sky (magically arranged, of course), academically distinguished men and women garbed in hooded, harlequin
Space to Slow Down
This summer, Dean of the College Harry R. Lewis ’68 sent each of us a letter entitled “Slow down: Getting
POSTCARD FROM NEW YORK: Finding Responsibility
NEW YORK—I am spending the summer trying to figure out how fruit flies smell. That’s right: I am studying how
