Word: cannot
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...unto the individual who makes a negative judgement about a minority individual on basis of race. On the other, affirmative action, a system which makes race an important factor in judging an individual, is lauded as a social palliative, correcting racist American society. These are irreconcilable positions; one cannot back both a race-blind society and support racial preferences...
...makes [the baby] look disproportional. Babies are usually fatter and they have bigger heads." Caroline J. Choi, a Winthrop House resident tutor and student at Harvard Medical School, suggests why some may find it disturbing, explaining, "It's kind of robbing the baby's innocence--a real baby physically cannot move like that." Since dancing often has sexual connotations, many find the Dancing Baby almost pedophilic. As Wood notes, "It's sexualizing an infant...
Finally, others may object that the lottery system cannot give applicants the individual consideration they deserve. These are the folks who either win everything, or think rejection steels the will and would rather be evaluated as persons than as numbers, even if it means a more painful rejection. I admit it. If you don't think intense competition and frequent evaluation and rejection are detrimental to the individual and social good, my plan probably won't appeal...
...world of a Harvard smoker is already confined to his or her dorm room. Smoking in dining halls, at lectures and house functions was once an accepted practice. But now Harvard functions ban smoking, students cannot be forced to live with smokers, and beginning with the class of 2001, first-year dorms are smoke-free. So where does this leave the Harvard smoker? Groups of students gather outside the dorms--at least 100 yards away in the case of first-years--as cigarette smoke slowly curls around their heads. It then drifts into the atmosphere, safely away from the clean...
...seems that every day, I discover some new activity I cannot do. On Sunday night, I braved the stereotypes of labyrinthian corridors and found myself in Mather House for dinner. To my surprise, there was real ice cream being served. I happily approached the gallon container, swept up the scooper, dug in and screamed. We don't all scream for ice cream...