Word: birthdaying
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Given this inauspicious start, I shouldn’t have been surprised when my twenty-third birthday was full of disappointment. On that morning, just last weekend, I stood beneath the clinical lighting of Lamont library checking my e-mail. The first message in my inbox was from a scholarship selection committee, notifying me that I had been denied an interview. Not terribly surprised, I forwarded the message to several friends, joking that my birthday was off to a great start. Sarcasm wasn’t going to get me through the day. By 2 p.m. my silent cell phone...
Back in the dining hall, I eat my birthday dinner: a bean burrito and a bowl of pineapples. The birthday board mounted on the wall stares me down. I’m not alone in aging, but my housemates are turning 19 and 20. In college, which caters to the 18-21 set, I am, at 23, a grandfather...
...News, eating peanuts and waiting for his retirement checks. My mother’s beauty regimen of Oil of Olay and sunscreen no longer fends off the fine lines and wrinkles. “When I come from Vietnam I young babe,” she said on her birthday last month with a hint of melodrama. “Today I old woman.” My sister, who once seemed old as the 16-year old carting me around in her Pontiac, has already turned...
...birthday party is never quite the same when the birthday boy can’t make it to the festivities. But last Thursday, the Harvard Book Store admirably managed to overcome the honoree’s absence at the Graham Greene Centennial Celebration, held to canonize the month during which the iconic author of “The Heart of the Matter” would have celebrated his 100th year of life...
Sure, it’s my birthday and I can cry if I want to. Or can I? Aren’t the words “It’s my party and I can cry if I want to”? Well, it sure as hell isn’t my party. How could it be? I’m a female at Harvard...