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How to Succeed at Harvard Without Really Trying

At Harvard, students strive to balance a full schedule of classes, schoolwork, extracurricular activities, chilling with friends, TV, video games,

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Outwit, Outplay, Outlast

The best epiphanies happen at breakfast—those thunderbolts that hit while you’re waiting zombie-like in front of the waffle iron. I’ve

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The Second Most Magical Place on Earth

I tell people at Harvard I am from Orlando but, actually, I grew up at Disney World. The important events

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My Flaming Valentine

When I came out of the closet, I painted the door pink and nailed it shut. Yes, I’m a dramatic,

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Ride Wit' Me

Walking into a lecture hall late, you earn a professor’s scowl, or at least a seat in Siberia. But sometimes

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Making Me Over

Last week I got dumped. It wasn’t the nicely packaged kind of dumping, all tied up with ribbons of “I

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Love Me Tender(izer)

The hand-sewn apron, lovingly crafted for my mother who hates to cook, is a tidy combination of several realms of

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A Rival Rivalry

A commercial for Nokia cell phone covers that feature the logos of ACC basketball teams, begins with two attractive young

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Crimson Spirit: a Manifesto

Wandering around the pre-football game tailgates is lonely; heading into the stadium at kick-off doesn’t make me feel much better.

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Still in the LOOP

I can remember flying into New York at about this time last year, just before the Subway Series between the

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Why I Love (the) Harvard (Band)

I own a crimson wool jacket and a black necktie with little drums on it. I know all the words

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there are no atheists in foxholes

One of the biggest casualty of last month’s attacks was people’s security in their ability to control their own lives

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Getting In

Pretty much the first thing that happened to me at Harvard was getting rejected. Like most freshmen, I applied for

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American Pie: Changing the Recipe

Nine days ago, hijacked planes swandived into skyscrapers—the handiwork of terrorists, grim architects of hate. Apocalyptic blasts left a senseless

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