I warn him that I study history, but he is encouraging. “Well, history begins with the big bang.”
“Let’s move past the mourning phase and be ready to fight and act.”
Even before political unrest came to a head, life during her Mormon mission had been far from easy.
The small device gasping for breath on the table in front of me contained the images of my summer—carefully catalogued evidence of the time I had spent trekking around the Malay Peninsula of Southeast Asia.
Bailar is the first openly transgender athlete in any Division I NCAA sport. He’s struggled with body image, eating disorders, and dysphoria, but today, showing off in the pool, all of that seems distant. It’s not: If Bailar is confident and comfortable in front of a camera today, it’s because he’s worked hard to get to that point, and because of the impact he believes his attitude will have on others.
His home in Assayii, New Mexico, a place named for the red rock of the canyons there, is starkly different from the halls of Harvard. “We live where the pavement ends,” Clark says with a laugh. “Literally, there’s a road that’s called ‘The Road to Nowhere’, and I live further on.”
Can a film about its own duration possibly maintain such manic levels of devotion? Only time will tell.
García Peña is a professor of Latino studies, one of the first ever to be hired at Harvard—a role that she describes as both a responsibility and an opportunity for innovation.
“Harvard cannot hope to have strong departments in everything,” the University is reported; to have said. In any case, Geography was gone for good. Or so it seemed.
Draper was already a likely candidate for banishment to the countryside
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The Wasabi Roulette that made my companion cry.
Before I arrived in Tokyo, I envisioned a map of the airport, the subway, the series of turns I’d have to make to get to the tiny Shinjuku apartment where I would spend the first night.