Sarah J. Schaffer

We Will Be Read

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Five years ago, former Crimson editorial chair Sarah J. Schaffer ’97 wrote her final article as an executive for The

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I knew it had to happen eventually. But in this summer of flux, between Commencement and a hard place, the

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S an Diego has been my home for all my life. But when I came to Harvard, I didn't think

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As I walk through the Yard on a pink evening when the air rests heavily on the trees and the

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T his Harvard of ours offers many advantages: baked brie at masters' teas, weekly lectures on arcane subjects and the

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Looking out the window of my fifth-floor Currier House room on a clear day, I can see the landmarks of

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The day my seven blockmates and I were randomized into Currier House three years ago, I thought my life was

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A recipe for dinner the evening you attend the Hasty Pudding Show: lots of protein. Lots of drink. And lots

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At Harvard, a place known for its scholarship, it is ironically all too easy to forget the academic and the

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You would think that for $30,000 a year, we could get a better education than apathetic graduate students teaching eager