Harvard is right to seek out benefactors. It has a responsibility to see that their generosity is well stewarded.
I didn’t imagine that much about my faith would change when I was surrounded, for a few weeks, by donuts and daytime television at the hospital.
It’s a shame that our expectations for a Harvard education have become so vague and so easily fulfillable. The original 1945 program drafters had impossibly grand aims, but their articulation of the purpose of a college education should at least echo today.
If academic dishonesty is indeed akin to sin—and having taken the Puritanism out of the alma mater, I suppose CS50 was as good a place as any to put it—we ought to be truer to its gravity.
The senior thesis lives as a sort of larger-than-life being in my imagination. It feels, despite what the department tells you, like the conclusion of my academic career.
When Bacow talked to Harvard affiliates: “Some of them said, ‘What about you, Larry?’ And I said, ‘No, thank you.’ I was there to get their ideas about others to lead Harvard.”
The most interesting part of the presser for me was hearing what questions the University had decided to plant.
Holding a Ph.D. should only ever be a plus. Yet I hope that is a secondary consideration to the skills needed for the job, regardless of from whence they’re found.
Due to technical difficulties, The Crimson did not publish a print edition on September 27, 2017.
Today marks the first paper of The Crimson’s 144th year, and as we start the presses anew for 2017, we wanted to give you an update on where we’re headed.