Phoebe Kosman

Please, Sir, I Want Some More

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When I finished my penultimate college paper last week, I retired to the Winthrop House Library for a study break.

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When I came down with a hacking cough last week, I headed to the Harvard University Health Services (UHS) pharmacy

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In the absence of actual post-graduate plans, a couple of my roommates and I plan to spend the summer writing

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I administered a vicious pinch to one of my roommates at lunch last Thursday. “Ow!” he said. “What was that

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Two months before he died of fever in Missolonghi in western Greece, broken and legendary at 36, George Gordon, Lord

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Even now you see them hurrying by you down Plympton Street, conservative ties fluttering, cell phones at their ears, portfolios

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Whenever I hear a tinny rendition of “Silver Bells,” I rummage through my bag and all my coat pockets, feeling

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Clyde, a town of 6,000 in northern Ohio, is best-known for its pseudonymous turn as Winesburg in Sherwood Anderson’s Winesburg,

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When I talked to my eighteen-year-old brother the morning after Election Day, he was despondent. “You know I’m going to

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I watched the last half-inning of last week’s American League Championship Series in my common room, with what may have