A quick Google search tells us Brighton Ave. is the place to go, and so we set out, lacking any definite plan but having one singular goal: Experience something new.
For many of Harvard's athletes of faith, religion is a strong component of their identity both on and off the field. However, balancing that identity with the demands of a varsity sport is anything but easy.
The two of us meander up West Street in Boston, looking around for any hint of building number 33. Behind us is Tremont Street and Boston Common. In front of us is Macy’s, and general signs of civilization. On this street, though, there appears to be nothing.
Teaching fellows play an important role in educating Harvard undergraduates, but for many, decades-old problems associated with shopping week, unclear expectations, and time commitments still pervade.
I have a confession to make. It might, perchance, be conceivably possible that I have potentially developed a slight dependence upon the product known as Netflix. To be clear, I tell you this only because I fear for your safety and well-being. I divulge this story in the hopes that it will make you aware of the fate already befalling you; perhaps then you will be better equipped to handle the consequences.
A mishmash of photographs cover all of the walls save one, which instead features a seemingly arbitrary mural of a whale and a mermaid consuming pizza. Some photos are black and white, and some are in color. Some have one person and some have many; some have none at all. I am sure of one thing, though: they all must mean something.
Dressed in a Harvard jersey and hat, I received some inquisitive stares as I flagged down one of the bartenders and asked if she could possibly put the Harvard game on. Figuring this might be a long and lonely two hours, I settled in to watch Harvard take an early lead.
Construction will shortly begin on the long-anticipated International Thermonuclear Experimental Reactor—a machine that, if it works, promises to solve most of the world’s energy problems for the next 30 million years. Howard M. Georgi ’68, a Harvard physics professor, sat down for a brief chat about how and whether ITER will actually work as well as its possible economic and political implications.
Not ready to enter the real world after college? Don’t worry; that’s what grad school is for! But it’s far from cheap. FM did a little math and even went undercover, started working on some applications to find out what attending some of Harvard’s graduate and professional schools might cost you. (All numbers as of Academic Year 2013-2014 and taken from university websites.)
The Harvard-Yale game is rapidly approaching, and if you’re like most Harvard students, chances are you haven’t been to a single game this season. In fact, you have no idea who’s on the team or how the team has been playing this season or what sport is even being played this weekend. Here to save you is Flyby’s Harvard football update to get you up to speed on what you’ve missed this season.
With the Harvard-Yale game fast approaching, it’s a good time to reflect back on all that Harvard athletes have accomplished since the school’s first intercollegiate competition in 1852.
A 20-minute bus ride or equally time-consuming trek to Somerville’s Union Square may not seem worth the effort, but this destination is a hidden gem.
With so much costume-fueled excitement occurring this past weekend, it may be hard to find motivation to get into the spirit of Halloween now that it’s actually here. But what, you ask, does one do in such a dilemma? The answer: watch movies! Here to satisfy all your Halloween-related desires is a list of the spookiest and most skin-crawling films that FM can come up with.
So you’ve reached a classic dilemma. It’s time to update your Facebook profile picture, and you don’t know which to choose. We all like to pretend as though we change our profile pictures with no deep thought, but really, be honest with yourself. Every picture you’ve ever chosen is trying to send a subtle message about who you’d like the world to think you truly are. Harvard students, you’re probably guilty of at least one of the following - take a look.
They performed at House of Blues, Yardfest, and on the streets of Harvard Square. They did a whirlwind tour of formals, playing at 11 of the 12 houses. Almost every Harvard student knew their Motown style, their robust, soulful sound. They were the Nostalgics.