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...past three years, I have been proud to teach both of Adam Smith’s great books to a selection of Harvard’s brightest students in Social Studies 10. Each year, I wondered who among them might end up on the Supreme Court, or even in the presidency. My hope is that, when they attain positions of power, they remember what Smith had to teach them, not only about economics, but also about empathy...
...didn’t win a Hoopes prize junior year. I’ve never been invited to lecture on anything, anywhere, nor can I speak five languages. In fact, my grade point average is far from stellar, I can’t name an academic prize I was even considered for, and other than a few French phrases I pull out mostly for comedic value, I stick to my native tongue. Like I said, I’m no Wheeler. To be fair, though, neither...
Still, I think I can understand why Wheeler did it, why he fabricated an academic history worthy of a university president. Even though his resume has significantly more padding than most, one can imagine that there are a few resumes floating out there among the Harvard senior class that do look quite similar to Wheeler’s work of art. As we have been told ad nauseum, the students here at Harvard are incredible and have the credentials to prove it—prizes, published works, and scholarships out the wazoo. But I am not one of those students...
...even though regret does have its purpose, it is important not to dwell on it. Spending too much time thinking of the could-haves, would-haves, should-haves can cloud the real progress one has made. Overall, I, along with the vast majority of my classmates, am proud of the time I have spent here, enamored with the friends I have made, and warmed by the memories of Harvard I will always carry. But I don’t feel guilty for harboring a few regrets, because there is a lot to learn from them. And I think Adam Wheeler...
...Freshman year saw me throwing myself into school activities, afraid that I wouldn’t make any friends if I didn’t, since I didn’t go to parties. But I went for the things I did in high school: the radio station, journalism, even Ultimate Frisbee (although in high school, it was a more informal extracurricular pursuit). After simultaneously joining the intramural and the women’s club Ultimate teams, I tore my ACL before classes even started while playing intramural Ultimate Frisbee. I later found out I was playing for the wrong...