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Who Actually Earns a Spot?
In reality, is how to use money to get ahead really the most unrealistic lesson that these parents could teach their children?
For Free — Why You Still Believe Money Buys Happiness
Let me ask you a real question — you happy, bro? If the “Harvard Confessions” Facebook page is anything to go by, I’d say no.
The End of Foreign Policy
Millennials, and especially Harvard students (many of whom will be our nation’s future leaders), should study and debate these issues and their histories. Their importance to peace and prosperity demands more reflection.
‘I’m Not Worried About My Data’
The more intimately we intertwine ourselves with the internet world, combined with the more insightful our algorithms become, the more control we cede over these sorts of facts.
What My Parents Taught Me
First-generation students are celebrated for doing the unthinkable and pioneering a new legacy of change. But I reject this distinction.
Venturing Past Harvard Yard
In pursuing my off-beaten path at — or more precisely, outside of — Harvard, it is because of this safety net that I’ve felt confident to venture into new lands (and air).
No Home to Return To
The more that you continue to deny or belittle our reality, the harder it becomes for Pacific communities to feel hope for change.
The Politics of Office Hours
Most first-generation students, students of color, and even freshmen struggle with this form of elite networking, one that is so ingrained into interactions between students and non-students at the College.
Future Unknown
My future is still uncertain as I feel the pressures around me to have a plan for what to do after I graduate. Time is ticking for seniors everywhere, but the anxiety about the future hits differently for us.
We Know Everything About Your Political Donations
Satisfying mere curiosity isn’t enough to obscure the plain truth: In trying to tackle campaign finance reform, the FEC has built a juggernaut of a privacy violation.
Full Circle: Lessons From a Gap Year
At this point, I’ve given up on trying to label things. I just go where I feel is best. And Harvard, though always the ending place of my gap year, was never the final destination. The journey continues.
Choosing for Myself
I want to serve others because I believe it is the best way I can help myself, my family and everyone that I love. I’m thankful to my coworkers for showing me how to make that choice.
Dancing, Floating, and Journeying Back to Harvard
During my gap year, I wrote down and sought out lessons about myself to remember when I returned, accruing an arsenal of stress-relief coping mechanisms.
Why I Hang the American Flag
I want the flag to remind us of the responsibility we have to listen and engage with thoughtful, compassionate people from different parts of the country, and of their responsibility to do the same with us.
Owning My Privilege, Owning My Pain
I worry that I don’t have the right to think and speak about my mental health issues as real pain because I know how privileged I am.
